I Saw the Lord

For many years I knew him. By his grace
My life had been made new. At each day's start
His quiet voice would whisper to impart
His Spirit and the course that I should trace
From morning prayer to evening trysting place.
Each night revealed my wanderings from the chart
Of goodness he had printed on my heart.
Yet, through it all, I never saw his face!
Then, in a dream one night, the Master came,
A smiling visitor beside my bed.
The strong, kind face I saw told me his name.
He beckoned with his arm. No word was said.
But smile and gesture left my heart aflame
To follow him in any way he led.