The Master's Touch


Last night I had a vision, a dream that seemed so real.

I was standing on the threshold of an unknown hemisphere.

There was darkness all around me; no one was there to show the way.

I thought of all that was behind me as I reached my Judgement Day.


Many thoughts were of my family who’d spent many hours in prayer,

For the one they loved so dearly to walk within their Master’s care.

But their prayers meant nothing to me for my life meant so much more.

Then there I stood – all alone – on that dark and distant shore.



An image stood before me and I knew it was their Lord.

I could see his teardrops falling from His face so full and broad.

And His voice was like sweet music as He gently said to me,

“I’m so sorry you’re a prisoner. I gave my life to set you free.


“See this river that is flowing? It’s all the tears that I have shed

For ones like you, who’ll walk on past me, from this life unto the dead.

And many more will come behind you, who’ve refused to hear my call

But the gates to life are opened for those who gave me all.


Then the tears were mine as I awoke from such a dream.

I could feel the Savior’s presence. He was calling out to me.

“There’s still time to break the bondage. There’s still time to set you free.

I’m here calling out to you. Now won’t you call out once to me?”


Well, today is a brand new day now. I have felt the Master’s touch.

I’m the one He bled and died for; I’m the one He loved that much.

There’ll be no tears dropped in that river. There’ll be no sadness in His eyes.

Next time I meet Him on that shoreline I’ll see the gates to Paradise.