I Met The Master

 I Met The Master

I had walked life's way with an easy tread,

Had followed where comforts and pleasures led;

And then one day in a quiet place,

I met the Master, face to face.

With station and rank and wealth for a goal;

Much thought for the body, but none for the soul

I had thought to win in life's mad race,

When I met the Master, face to face.

I met Him and knew Him and blushed to see

Those eyes full of sorrow were turned on me;

And I faltered and fell at His feet that day,

While all my castles melted away.

Melted and vanished, and in their place

I saw nought else, but the Master's face;

And I cried aloud, "Oh, make me meet

To follow the steps of the wounded feet.

And now my thoughts are for the souls of men;

I've lost my life, to find it again,

E'er since that day in a quiet place

I met the Master, face to face.

~Author Unknown~