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I had walked life's path with an easy tread;
Had followed where pleasure and comfort led;
And then by chance, 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 entered to win in life's mad race,
When I met the Master, face to face.
I had built my castles, and had reared them high,
Until their towers had pierced the blue of the sky;
I had sworn to rule with iron mace,
When I met the Master, face to face.
I met Him, and I knew Him, and I blushed to see
That His eyes full of sorrow were fixed on me;
And I faltered and fell on His feet that day,
While my castles melted and vanished away.
Melted and vanished, and in their place
I could see naught else but my Master's face,
I cried aloud, "Oh, make me meek
To follow the marks of thy wounded feet,"
My thought is now for the souls of men;
I lost my life, to find it again,
E'er since alone, in that quiet place,
My Master and I stood - face to face.
Author Unknown
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by Nicky Tesoro |
