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My Master

I had walked lifes way with an easy tread,
Had followed where comfort and pleasures 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 in lifes 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 Masters face.
And I cried aloud, "Oh, make me meet
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.