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.

And I will not be afraid when I stand before His throne

For a promise He has made to claim me as His Own

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."

And I will not be ashamed when I see Him face to face

For the One who called my name and saved me by His grace

Will smile and welcome me; He will smile and welcome me