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While the Master's away, He leaves the keys
A weight of gold, a word like seed
He called us to the courtyard, placed five, two, one in hand
Trade till I return," He said-"work the hope I planned.
Some hearts ran to market with the mercy they were shown
And brought Him back a doubled love that never was their own
Not for fear of being broken but for love of hearing Well done
While the Master's away, I'll be faithful with Your light
Turn the morning into bread for hungry lives
When You stand in the gate and the long road ends
Let me bring You what was Yours-multiplied again
A mina to each servant, Do business till I reign
The city sent its hatred, but He still would wear the name
One wrapped the trust in linen, hid it from the day
"Master, here's the thing You gave; I kept it put away
But love is not a napkin and hope is not a hole
While the Master's away, I'll be faithful with Your light
Turn the morning into bread for hungry lives
When You stand in the gate and the long road ends
Let me bring You what was Yours-multiplied again
You give according to our frame, and You praise the heart that moves
Five or two, it's faithfulness-not numbers that You choose
But evil, slothful fear will bury grace beneath the ground
So wake me to Your kingdom work until the trumpet sounds
While the Master's away, I'll be faithful with Your light
Turn the morning into bread for hungry lives
When You stand in the gate and the long road ends
Let me bring You what was Yours-multiplied again
Well done... enter in
While the Master's away, teach my hands to stay
Till the King comes home to reign