FACE TO FACE

I wish I had met Mr. Anonymous.  Here he dropped by and left a poem to which I must most gladly give credit!

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

I had followed where pleasure and comforts 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 the body, but none for the soul,

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

When I met the Master face to face.

I had built my castles and built them high,

Their spires almost pierced the sky,

And I’d sworn to rule with an iron mace,

When I met the Master face to face.

I met Him and knew Him and flushed 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 just melted and vanished away.

Melted and vanished, and in their place

Naught else did I see but the Saviour’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 lost my life to find it again,

Ever since that day in the quiet place,

I met my Jesus face to face.

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