His Plan for Me

When I stand at the Judgment Seat of Christ
    And His plan I begin to see,
 The plan for my life as it might have been
    Had He had His way with me.

 Will I see how I slowed Him and blocked His way
    And would not yield my will?
 And will there be grief in my Savior's eyes,
    Grief, tho He loves me still?
He would have me be rich,
   But I chose to stay poor.
 He wanted to bless,
    And I kept closing the door.

Will my memory run like a hunted fawn,
    Down paths that I cannot retrace?
 Will I remember things I should have done
   As I gaze on His precious face?

 Then will my trembling heart well nigh break
    With tears that must be shed,
 I'll cover my face with my empty hands
    As I bow my uncrowned head.

 Lord, of the years that are left to me
    I give them into Thy hand.
 Take me, and break me, and mold me to fit
    In the pattern that You had planned.

 D. Windsor