His Plan for Me

Christian poem 

His Plan for Me

When I stand at the judgment seat of Christ,

  And He shows me His plan for me,

The plan for 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 there poor,

  Stripped of all but His grace,

While memory runs like a hunted thing

  Down the paths I cannot retrace.

Then my desolate heart will well-nigh break

  With 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, and mold me

  To the pattern Thou hast planned!

  —Martha Snell Nicholson

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