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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, 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 showed 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 hay Tried by fire Will it stand when the flame gets higher? Or will it burn away? Who was I, 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 showed Him? Staring at the pages He'll be staring at the pages 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? I living this life to show you? Staring at the pages You are staring at the pages of my life. Staring at the pages, He'll be staring at the pages of my life.