When at Last I Stand Before My Maker
Copyright (c) 2006 Van Wood
When at last I stand before my Maker, He'll not ask me just how great I was
He'll not ask me if my name was honored in some
hall of fame
Or if
I knew the sound of men's applause
When at last I stand before my Maker; when my time on earth is said and done
May this life reflect His grace and when I look
upon His face
May I hear Him say to me "Well done."
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