8poem

I had walked life's way with an easy tread,
Had followed where pleasures and comforts 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 lifes mad race,
When I met the Master face to face.

I had built my castles and reared them high,
With their towers piercing the blue of the sky.
I had sworn to rule with an iron mace,
When I had met the Master face to face.

I met Him and knew Him and blushed to see,
That His eyes full of sorrow where 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 Masters 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.
E'er since one day in a quiet place,
I met the Master face to face.

(AUTHOR UNKNOWN)