When looking up at Master on my knees

A sonnet written for my Master . . . .

When looking up at Master on my knees,
i leave the self behind in memory.
This slave devotes himself to Him in peace
to serve and worship Master in His glory.
His will and pleasure must be paramount.
In his total surrender as a servant
a slave unto his Master must account
his efforts to prove himself observant.
At the end of each day must he deliver
in thankful praise and true humility
a prayer that honors his endeavor
to serve within his best ability.
If ever this slave strays from his journey,
return him, O Master, to bended knee.