“The Day of Repentance” 


I had walked life’s path with an easy tread

Had followed where comfort and pleasure led;

And then by chance in a quiet place

I met the Master face to face

With station and rank and wealth for goal

Much thought for body but none for soul

I had entered to win this life’s mad race

When I met my Master face to face.

I had built my castles and reared them high,

Till’ their towers had pierced the blue of the sky;

I had sworn to rule with an iron mace

When I met my Master face to face

I met Him and knew Him and blushed to see

That His eyes of sorrow were fixed on me;

And I faltered and fell at His feet that day,

While my castles vanished and melted away.

Melted and vanished; and in their place

I saw naught else but my Master’s face;

And I cried aloud “O Make me meet,

To follow the marks of Thy wounded feet.”

My thought is now for the souls of men;

I have lost my life to find it again

Ever since alone in that Holy Place,

I met the Master face to face!

(By Lorrie Cline)