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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

In Your presence I belong

And without You, I am lost

Come and change me from the inside

In my weakness, You are strong

By the power of the cross

Come and change me from the inside

Who am I and where am I going

What kind of fruit are my actions growing

Staring at the pages

You are staring at the pages of my life

Is my passion just to know You

Am I living this life to show You

Staring at the pages

You are staring at the pages of my life