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 checked Him there, 

And I would not yield my will, 

Will there be grief in my Savior’s eyes, 

Grief though He loves me still? 

Would He 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. 

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 that Thou hast planned! 

-Author Unknown