The following is a poem that means a lot to me. Every time I read it I am brought back to what matters most, more importantly–who matters most.
Find a moment when you can still your soul long enough to really read it (I’d recommend reading it out loud). I think it will bless you.
I had walked life’s way with an easy tread,
Had followed where comforts and pleasures 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 mad race,
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 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, make me meet
To follow the steps of Thy wounded feet.”
My thought is now for the souls of men;
I have lost my life to find it again,
E;er since one day in a quiet place
I met the Master face to face.