Happy Dance

When I stand before my God,
and He shows the plan He had for me,

The plan for my life as it should have been.
If I had let Him have His way - and then I see.

How I ran from Him here,
and I ignored Him there,
And I would not yield to His will,

Will I see pain in my Saviours eyes,
even though He loves me still,
Would He have me rich
and I stand there poor
stripped of all but His Grace?

While my memory runs through my mind,
down the paths I cannot retrace,

Lord of the years that are left to me now,
I give them into Your Hand,

Take me and break me and mould me,
To the person that you have planned!

In His Love

Les