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                                                                  When I Stand
  When I stand 
                                                                  before Jesus,
 Will He know 
                                                                  me by my 
                                                                  deeds,
 Or look away 
                                                                  from me in 
                                                                  shame,
 For I failed 
                                                                  to help those 
                                                                  in need?
 
  When I am 
                                                                  judged by the 
                                                                  King,
 On the life 
                                                                  I've lived 
                                                                  below,
 Will He 
                                                                  welcome me to 
                                                                  the fold,
 Or sadly 
                                                                  command me to 
                                                                  go?
 
  When I see 
                                                                  Him, will He 
                                                                  reach for me,
 Greeting me 
                                                                  with arms wide 
                                                                  open,
 Or condemn me 
                                                                  for my 
                                                                  silence,
 His name by me 
                                                                  left unspoken?
 
  When I meet my 
                                                                  Savior face to 
                                                                  face,
 Has the work 
                                                                  on earth I've 
                                                                  done,
 Earn me a seat 
                                                                  at the banquet 
                                                                  table,
 Or bar my 
                                                                  presence from 
                                                                  Father and 
                                                                  Son?
 
  Is my heart 
                                                                  still pure as 
                                                                  new fallen 
                                                                  snow,
 As when Jesus 
                                                                  washed away my 
                                                                  sin,
 Have I drifted 
                                                                  and failed my 
                                                                  Lord,
 Do I need to 
                                                                  kneel before 
                                                                  the Cross 
                                                                  again?
 
  Is my name 
                                                                  written in the 
                                                                  Book of Life,
 Have I met the 
                                                                  requirements 
                                                                  as the Bible 
                                                                  told,
 Will I be 
                                                                  clothed in a 
                                                                  robe of white,
 Have I earned 
                                                                  a crown of 
                                                                  shining gold?
 
  When I meet my 
                                                                  Lord Jesus 
                                                                  Christ,
 Will I deserve 
                                                                  to even stand,
 Close to the 
                                                                  one that died 
                                                                  for me,
 Am I worthy of 
                                                                  the love of 
                                                                  this Man?
 
  Gayle Davisİ
 27 May 2006
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