His Plan For Me - Author Unknown
When I stand at the judgment seat of Christ
And His plan I begin to see,
The plan of my life as it might have been
Had He had His way with me.
I see how I blocked Him here and there,
And I would not yield my will.
Will there be grief in my Savior's eyes-
Grief though He loves me still?
He would have me rich, and I stand there poor,
Stripped of all but His grace,
While memory runs like a hunted thing
Down paths that I cannot retrace.
Then my desolate heart will well nigh break
With tears I cannot shed;
I shall cover my face with my empty hands;
I shall bow my uncrowned head,
Lord, of the years that are left to me,
I give them to Thy hand.
Take me and break me, and mold me to fit
The pattern that Thou hast planned.
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