I Met My Lord One Morning

I met my Lord one morning, twas in His house of prayer,
Though not a word was spoken, I felt His presence there.
While the organ played so softly, there prevailed a glow or ecstasy,
And a blessed peace and joy, with my Saviour near to me.

It wasn’t in a great cathedral, with a known, historic name,
Nor in a modern temple, with a stained glass windowpane.
‘Twas in a little country church, where God’s word all can share,
To me it was a special place, for I met my Saviour there.

I may not regain such rapture, ‘til I see Christ face to face,
When I can thank and praise Him, for all His love and grace.
I met my Lord one morning, ‘twas in the house of prayer,
If you truly seek Him, I’m sure you’ll find him there.
                              Ruth J. Tabberer