was the Great I Am,
to whom all lesser lights salaam,
respected, honored and obeyed,
an impressive sight when on parade.
My word was law none dare gainsay,
my slightest wish, supreme my sway,
I was a man of high estate -
THE ILLUSTRIOUS POTENTATE.
Time marches on, another day
another Pote holds magic sway.
There was a time - the Noble mob
could see no future in the job.
But now The Cabiri, tried and true
Past Potentate all, not raw nor new,
united for service to Temple and Shrine
that the lights of Mecca may ever shine.