I Met the Master

Author Unknown

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.