Masters walk this promised land.
Our Heaven, Earth, to lend a hand.
Some are short and some are tall,
But you can bet they've received God's call.
They cherish life, as is seen in their faces,
Not only their life - but all of God's races.
These Masters stand out like a flag unfurled,
For they are God's helpmates of the Angel World.
If you're sincere in learning God's way,
These special servants are on call night and day.
Take no one lightly, heed the knock on the door,
It could be God's servant - with an answer in store.
When you call on our Maker, in sincerity,
His angels take over and answer your plea.
You may meet a master in your life someday,
While you are working - or even at play.
He might be a stranger - but surely a friend,
For he was God - sent to lend a hand.
God's plan is in action, we all need a friend,
Armegeddon is comming - and this - is the END!
May peace and contentment, be your constant companion. Len Teeter 1/25/1979
