FACE TO FACE

I had walked life's way with an easy tread.

I Had followed where pleasure and comfort 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

and 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, full 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 thoughts are now for the souls of men.

I have lost my life to find it again.

Ever since that day in a quiet place,

I met the Master face to face!