In my Master's House

See Luke 13:22ff

I'm well fed and it's warm and light
In my Master's beautiful home.
But my Master is out of sight
And I'm looking where others roam,
In fields of sin, without a care,
I'm wishing I was with them there.

You are foolish to think this way,
Can't you see how the sun beats down
On those who sin, throughout the day?
Beneath their smiles they hide a frown,
Not a raindrop quenches their thirst.
While they still roam, then they are cursed.

If they would only turn this way,
Come to Christ, through the narrow door,
Flee the hot burden of the day,
Turn to him and worship in awe,
So very soon night time will fall,
There'll be no-one to heed their call.

I turned back to face the Master,
My head hanging down low in shame,
Thought of the coming disaster,
Worshipped his glorious name.
Forgive this abuse of your grace,
I'm a fool to turn from your face.