MY MASTER'S FACE.

I HAD WALKED LIFE'S ROAD WITH AN EASY TREAD,
HAD FOLLOWED WHERE COMFORT AND PLERSURE LED,
UNTIL ONE DAY IN A QUITE PLACE ,
I MET MY 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,
THEN I MET MY MASTER FACE TO FACE,

I HAD BUILT MY CASTLES AND REARED THEM HIGH,
TILL THERE TOWERS PIERCED THE BLUE OF THE SKY,
I HAD VOWED TO RULE WITH AN IRON MACE,
THEN I MET MY MASTER FACE TO FACE,

I MET HIM AND KNEW HIM AND BIUSHED 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 MASTER'S FACE,
AND I CRIED ALOUD, OH, LORD,
MAKE ME MENT TO FOLLOW THE STEPS OF THY WOUNDED FEET,

MY THOUGHT IS NOW FOR THE SOULS OF MEN,
I HAVE LOST MY LIFE ONLY TO FIND IT AGAIN,
E'ER SINCE ONE DAY IN A QUITE PLACE,

I MET MY MASTER FACE TO FACE.

WITH ALL MY LOVE, BRUCE MEDLEN