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I had walked life's path

with an easy tread

Had followed where comfort

and pleasure led;

And then one day in a quiet place

I met the Master, face to face.

With station and rank

and wealth for a goal

Much thought for the body,

but none for the soul;

I had thought to win

in life's mad race,

When I met

The Master, face to face.

I had built my castles

and reared them high,

till their towers pierced the

blue of the sky,

I had vowed to rule

with an iron mace,

When I met

The Master, face to face.

I met Him and knew Him,

and blushed to see

That His eyes full of sorrow

were turned on me;

And I faltered, and fell

at His feet that day,

While all my castles melted away.

Melted and vanished,

and in their place

I saw nothing else but my

Master's face;

And I cried aloud:

"Oh, make me meet

To follow the path of

Thy wounded feet."

And now my thought

are for 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.

~Author Unknown~