Saturday, March 17, 2012

Meeting the Master


I had walked life's way with an easy tread,
I had traveled where pleasures and comfort lead
until one day in a quiet place,
I met the Master face to face.

With station and rank and wealth for my goal,
Much thought for my body but none for my soul,
I'd entered to win this life's mad race,
when I met the Master face to face.

I built my towers and reared them high,
'til they had pierced the blue of the sky.
I'd sworn to rule with an iron mace,
when I met my Master face to face.

I met Him and knew Him and blushed to see,
that His eyes, full of sorrow, were fixed upon me.
I faltered and fell at his feet that day,
while my castles melted and vanished away.

Melted and vanished and in their place,
nothing else could I see but the Master's face.
My thoughts are now for the souls of men,
I had lost my life to find it again.

Since that day in a quiet place,
when I met the Master face to face.

3 comments:

  1. What a great hymn, so many have such comforting words.

    By the way, the pattern arrived today, I purchased some blue yarn yesterday in readiness, and yesterday evening I finished a knitted blanket for our soon to be born grandson, so I am ready to start the sleeveless cardigan :)

    Thank you,

    Bean

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  2. The old hymns have some lovely words don't they!

    Glad the pattern arrived Bean - look forward to seeing the finished garment. I have almost finished the back on mine, but need to put it aside for a bit to crochet a blanket for a friend who is unwell.

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