Obedience to Christ

This is a poem that was given as a reflection on Rom. 13:11-14.


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,
and I see how I blocked Him here
And checked Him there,
And would not yield my will.

Will there be grief in my Savior’s eyes,
Grief though He loves me still?
He would have me rich,
But I stand here poor,
Stripped of all but His grace,
While memory runs like a hunted thing
Down a path I can’t retrace;
Then my desolate heart
Will well nigh break
With tears I cannot shed.

I will cover my face with my empty hands,
I will bow my uncrowned head.
O 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 Thou hast planned.


(MacArthur Commentary Romans 13 p.269-270)