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 I 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? He would have me rich, and I stand here 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, mold me to The pattern Thou hast planned. ~Martha Snell Nicholson
Good Teaching
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 I 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?
He would have me rich, and I stand here 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, mold me to
The pattern Thou hast planned.
~Martha Snell Nicholson
Rich as in material riches? I don’t think God wants His children to be rich materially.
Thankyou lord 🙌
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