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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 ang gold, staw and the hay
Tried by fire
will it stand when the flame gets higher?
Or will it burn away?

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

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 was I and where was I going?
What kind of fruit were my actions growing?
Staring at the pages, you are staring at the pages
Is my passion just to Know you?
Am I living this life to dhow 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