I Hear My Master Calling Me

I Hear My Master Calling Me

I hear my Master calling me;
His voice, it sounds so sweet,
And though I feel my strength is gone,
I rise onto my feet.

I feel His presence moving near;
I sense His endless love.
I feel His peace fall on me,
Descending like a dove

I turn to see His beauty,
Light reflected on my face.
I stand in awe and tremble,
As I think upon His grace.

I turn away suddenly afraid-
All my faults He’ll find,
But He looks on me with kindness,
That gently renews my mind.

I ask Him, “Why do You love me?
For I’m wretched, truth be told.”
He takes my hand and answers,
“I’m returning You to the fold.”
~Maranda Musick~

The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity.
~Seneca~

Death may be the greatest of all human blessings.
~Socrates~

We understand death for the first time
when he puts his hand upon one whom we love.
~Madame de Stael~