I Met My Master

I had walked life's path with an easy tread, 
Had followed where comfort and pleasure led; 
And then by chance in a quiet place
I met my Master face to face. 

With station and rank and wealth for goal, 
Much thought for body but none for soul, 
I had entered to win this life's mad race-
When I met my Master face to face. 

I had built my castles, reared them high, 
Till their towers had pierced the blue of the sky; 
I had sworn to rule with an iron mace
When I met my 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 vanished and melted away. 

Melted and vanished; and in their place
I saw naught else but my Master's face; 
And I cried aloud: "Oh, make me meet
To follow the marks of Thy wounded feet." 

My thought is now for the souls of men; 
I have lost my life to find it again
Ever since alone in that holy place
My Master and I stood face to face. 

Author Unknown 

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