When I breathe my last breath,
Come before You face-to-face.
It can’t be by the way I lived -
But by Your life that You gave.
I doubt I will be able to stand.
To my knees will I descend.
You’ll have to pick me up
As You have again and again.
What could I possibly say?
For one who’s in my position.
Standing before the One who
Loved me without condition.
I’m silenced by the wonder
And the majesty of this place.
Songs from saints and angels
Sung as one in glorious praise.
What will You say to me?
My great Deliverer from hell.
If it should be “Well done.”
It must be for someone else.
For my efforts to follow You
Have too often fallen short.
Then there are my thoughts.
Convicting me in any court.
"My Son, look at My hands
And the scars upon My feet.
It was never all Your efforts
That brings you before Me.
Remember Ephesians 2:8 -
That I saved you by grace.
It was My efforts at Calvary
That has you in this place.
Because you made the choice
To believe I was the only way.
Enter into My rest and peace.
The eternal fruit of your faith."