When I stand at the Judgment Seat of ChristAnd He shows me 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 I checked Him thereAnd I would not yield my will,Will there be grief in my Saviour's eyes,Grief though He loves me still? He would have me rich, and I stand here poor,Stripped of all but His grace,While memory runs like a hunted thingDown the paths I cannot retrace. Then my desolate heart will well nigh breakWith tears that 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, mold me toThe pattern Thou hast planned. Martha Snell Nicholson 2Corinthians 5:10 For we must all appear before the judgment seat of Christ; that every one may receive the things done in his body, according to that he hath done, whether it be good or bad.
_________________SI Moderator - Greg Gordon
Thank you Greg!
_________________Michelle