I have just seen my Master's face.
I reached out and touched His hands.
He called me up, because of His grace,
To that wonderful, glorious land.

His face was all wet, and I asked, "Why Lord?"
And this was His answer to me:
He said, "It is stained with many a tear,
That I shed for you through the years."

I saw His hands, so gentle, yet worn,
And I noticed the holes in His wrists.
He said, "With these hands I carried you through
The troubles that often you met."

And then I noticed something strange...
A hole pierced in His side.
At this I could not even speak,
But yet, my Lord replied,
"Through this hole your soul was cleansed,
By the blood that flowed from within."

I have just seen my Master's face.
I reached out and touched His hands.
It was only a dream, but that is O.K.,
The reality's not far away.