Found in You

When You call me home,

And I stand before your throne,

I’ll be honest, I’m not really sure what to say.

If I compare it to a job interview,

Than I should highlight all the good things that I do.

 

Perhaps I’ll say,

That I was loved and that I loved?

That I was blessed more when I gave

Than when I received?

Or that I had it all and than I lost it?

Or maybe, it’s that I believed?

 

No, Lord.

Search my heart.

You know in all these ways

How I have failed You…

 

So at the end of this life,

And the beginning of a new,

May everything I said, did, wrote and performed,

Fall, fail and burn

In comparison to the Beauty of You.

 

My inheritance? Riches in heaven? A room with my name on it?

All very nice. Thank you.

But, maybe, instead of gifts like these,

Could I trade them, please?

‘Cause I’d rather spend time with You.

For You are my Jewel, my Gem, my Treasure and my Reward,

I want less of me and more of You.

 

So let’s try this again.

 

When You call me home,

And I stand before your throne,

At the end of this life,

And the beginning of a new,

Of all the things I say,

Of all the things I do,

May the only point that counts,

Be the one when I point at You.