I Met the Master

I had walked life's way with an easy tread,
Had followed where comforts and pleasure led,
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 had entered 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
That His eyes of sorrow were fixed on me,
And I faltered and fell at His feet that day,
While my castles melted and vanished away.

Melted and vanished, and in their place,
Naught else did I see but the Master's face;
And I cried aloud, 'Oh, make me meek
To follow the steps of Thy wounded feet.'

My thought is now for the souls of men;
I have lost my life to find it again,
Ever since one day in a quiet place
I met the Master face to face.

--- Author Unknown

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