I first learnt about the Master When I was very young But never really knew Him and what he was/is about He was this distant figure, etched in conscience and memory Telling me when I was wrong and how it should have been
I thought He was the judge I found out I was wrong I thought He was just Master But still I went astray I never quite understood Him And, sometimes, I still don't, today
He is the spirit of my faith This I knew all about (or thought I did) He is the Light which many never see And quite often, this included(s?) me
So I questioned Him and His deeds Never quite knowing about faith and its glorious seeds And I tried to walk the narrow path with footsteps unsure And, yes, I fell, more often than not, to be sure
Yet, through all this time The Master, He kept his eye on me Though often I failed miserably Once in a while, I would do something right Then the Master smiled, this I do believe
So now here I am... Trying to tell you very imperfectly That the lesson I keep learning (and forgetting) Is that the Master loves you and me
At times like these, tears do spring up from eyes While inside, the darkness fades and dies And every fibre in me sings out with one voice Jesus, Lord I do understand THY cause
My Master, my Master why can I not see? That everything beautiful and good that comes from within me Is only THEE, my Lord, speaking through me
