When I stand at the Judgement 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 wold not yield my will,
Will there be grief in my Savior's eyes,
Grief though He loves me still?
Would He have me rich and I stand there poor,
Stripped of all but His grace,
While memory runs like a hunted thing
Down the paths I cannot retrace?
Lord, of the years that are left to me,
I give them to Thy hand;
Take me and break me and mold me
To the pattern that Thou has planned!
- Author unknown
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