When I stand at the Judgment Seat of Christ,
and He shows His plan for me;
the plan of my life as it might have been
Had He had His way--and I see
How I blocked Him here,
and checked Him there
And I would not yield my will;
Will there be grief in my Saviour's eyes
Grief though He loves me still??
Would He have me rich yet I stand there poor
Stripped of all but His grace,
While regret runs like a hunted thing,
down paths I cannot retrace.
Lord, the years that are left to me
I give them to Thy hand,
Take me and break me and mold me,
For the purpose Thou hast planned!! :-D
