When I stand at the Judgment Seat of Christ And He shows His plan for me, The plan of my life as it might have been, Had He had His way; and I see How I blocked Him here, and I checked Him there And I would not yield my will, Will there be grief in my Saviour's eyes, Grief though He loves me still? He would have me rich, and I stand here poor, Stripped of all but His grace, While memory runs like a hunted thing Down the paths I cannot retrace. Lord of the years that are left to me, I give them to Thy hand; Take me and break me, mold me to The pattern Thou hast planned. ~Martha Snell Nicholson
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Rich as in material riches? I don’t think God wants His children to be rich materially.