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.
