Some day, in my fullness of time,
The end of my life has come.
What will count eternally?
Those thoughts, words, and deeds
I have done in honor and obedience
To Jesus Christ, God's only begotten, Son.
At the Bema judgments seat,
My works will be tried by fire.
If they are burned up by the
Divine flame- I shall be saved-
But without a reward!
If my works stand true,
Then untold wealth and blessings
shall be eternally mine.
When my job assignments on earth
Have completed to the best of my
ability, my life shall end.
God grades on the bell curve,
And will judge me individually.
His judgments' will faithful,
just and true.
I need to be set free
From selfish words, thoughts,
And deeds. From relying on
My own abilities and not
upon my Lord and Savior,
Jesus Christ!
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