The Masterís Face (8/28/80)
Like the snows of the Himalayas
Melt with the rising sun
My heart was won to see the smile
On the face of the Perfect One.
More beautiful than the dawnís light
Which colors the Eastern skies,
I thrilled to see the lovelight
Shine from my Masterís eyes.
How one may yearn still to return
To gaze upon His face;
Only the blest may understand
The bounty of His grace.
How beautiful the Master,
How glorious His love,
Enfolding and embracing all,
Great gift from God above.