I Met My Master Face to Face

by Lorrie Cline

I had walked life's paths with an easy tread, 

Had followed where comforts and pleasures led,

Until one day in a quiet place, 

I met my Master face to face.

With station and rank and wealth for my goal, 

Much thought for body but none for soul,

I had entered to win in life's mad race, 

When I met my Master face to face.

I had built my castles and built them high, 

‘Til 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 melted and vanished away.

Melted and vanished, and in their place, 

Naught else did I see but my Master's face.

And I cried aloud, "Oh, make me meek, 

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,

Ever since alone in that holy place, 

I met my Master face to face.