His Plan for Me

by Martha Snell Nicholson

When I stand at the Judgment Seat of Christ

And 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 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.

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, mold me to

The pattern Thou hast planned.