The Master’s Face

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Submitted by Terry Moulaison, NS

I had walked life’s way with an easy tread,
Followed where comfort and pleasure 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 life’s big race,
Until I met the Master face to face.

I had built my castles and reared them high,
With their towers that pierced the blue of the sky,
I had sworn to rule with an iron mace
Until I met the Master face to face.

I met Him and knew Him, and blushed to see,
That His eyes filled with sorrow were fixed on me.
I faltered and fell at His feet that day,
While my castles all melted and vanished away.

Melted and vanished and in their place
Naught else did I see but the Master’s face.
I cried aloud "O make me meet
To follow the steps of thy wounded feet."

My thought is now with the souls of men
I’ve lost my life to find it again
E’er since that day in a quiet place,
I met the Master face to face.

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It is humbling to think that we may very well praise God more than we have done, for we have praised Him very little as yet. What we have done as believers in glorifying god falls far, far short of His due. Think of what the Lord has done for you. What are the returns that we have made for the blessings He has given us? Let us therefore be moved into firm resolve and say with resolute spirit "By the good help of infinite grace, I will yet praise Thee more and more.