When I stand before God’s throne
Nothing hidden, nothing unknown
Dead to my body, my old life He took
God will hold in His hands my days in a book
When I kneel down that day
Looking upon His holy face
I will remember with trembling
Every single moment, every memory
Who was I and where was I going?
What kind of fruit were my actions growing?
Staring at the pages
He’ll be staring at the pages of my life
Was my passion just to know Him?
Did I really let it out and show Him?
Staring at the pages
He’ll be staring at the pages of my life
This house I’m building every day
Silver and gold, straw and the hay
Tried by fire
Will it stand when the flame gets higher
Or will it burn away?
Nothing hidden, nothing unknown
Dead to my body, my old life He took
God will hold in His hands my days in a book
When I kneel down that day
Looking upon His holy face
I will remember with trembling
Every single moment, every memory
Who was I and where was I going?
What kind of fruit were my actions growing?
Staring at the pages
He’ll be staring at the pages of my life
Was my passion just to know Him?
Did I really let it out and show Him?
Staring at the pages
He’ll be staring at the pages of my life
This house I’m building every day
Silver and gold, straw and the hay
Tried by fire
Will it stand when the flame gets higher
Or will it burn away?
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