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.

 

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