I started life as most every youth
With the desire to be great in fame.
I always wanted a life of ease,
And in death, to leave the world a new name.
I built my dreams on bubbles of hope
And drank deep from life's wishing well.
I had hitched my wagon to the highest star,
When like a flash my sand castles fell.
Lonely, discouraged and heartbroken,
I gathered up my broken dreams,
My life unlike the Master's robe
Had been torn along its seams.
From there my life was a muddled mess,
A pauper in search of a throne.
I was lost and sad and forsaken;
I felt unsaved, unloved and alone.
I had no friends, no one who cared;
My heart was a restless place
Until I saw through a storm-clouded sky
A glimpse of the Master's face.
At last a friend, at last a true love.
The pauper had found his throne.
No more need I build on the sands of time;
No more would I walk alone.
No longer I seek for a name in lights;
I'm now in a much different race;
The wishing well of life came true
With a glimpse of the Master's face.
I build no longer on sand castle dreams;
I seek no more a life of ease.
My highest desire is to serve my Lord,
Him only I want to please.
I no longer live with a restless heart,
For love has filled the empty space.
Where once was unrest came peace of mind
With a glimpse of the Master's face.
