Face To Face

Face To Face
I had walked life’s path with and easy tread,
I 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 as my goal
Much tho’t for the body , but none for the soul,
I had entered to win in life’s mad race
When I met my Master face to face .

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

I met Him and know Him and blushed to see
That His eyes of sorrow were fixed on me ;
I faltered and fell at His feet that day
And all my castle vanished away.

They melted and vanished , and in their place
I saw naught else but Jesus’ face;
I cried aloud ,”O make me meet
To follow the footsteps of Thy wounded feet.

My tho’t is now for the souls of men ,
I lost my life to find it again ,
Ere since alone in that quiet place
I met my Master face to face .
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
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