~ I Hear My Master Calling Me ~

I hear my Master calling me;
His voice, it sounds so sweet,
And though I feel my strength is gone,
I rise onto my feet.

I feel His presence moving near;
I sense His endless love,
I feel His peace fall on me,
Descending  like a dove.

I turn to see His beauty,
Light reflected on my face.
I stand in awe and tremble,
As I think upon His grace.

I turn away suddenly afraid -
All my faults He'll find,
But He looks on me with kindness
That gently renews my mind.

I ask Him, "Why do you love me?
For I'm wretched, truth be told."
He takes my hand and answers,
"I'm returning you to the fold."

~ ~ Maranda Musick ~ ~