I met the Master face to face.

 I had walked life’s way with an easy tread,

Had followed where comforts 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 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 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,

Nought else did I see but the Master’s face;

And I cried aloud, “O make me meek

To follow the steps of Thy wounded feet.”

My thoughts are now for the souls of men,

I lost my life but found it again,

When one day in a quiet place

I met the Master … face to face.

(Author unknown)