Thursday, April 19, 2007

His Plan For Me

I found this poem while surfing the web. The last paragraph should be my prayer each and every morning.

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 Saviour'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
September 8, 1986


Sallie said...

it's such a hard thing to give over to God for His will in our lives.. it should be all our prayers..

God bless,

Shereen said...

What a beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing. I might have to copy that one down as well.

Doggy Mama said...

So beautiful!