There is a way that seems right to a man
In his own eyes, in his own eyes
But his motives are carefully weighed by the Lord
There is no disguise, no disguise
And when all is said and done
There'll be no place to hide, no place to run
For He will burn away
The stubble, the wood, the hay
And all that shall remain is what is real
Ev'ry thought, ev'ry deed, ev'ry plan
Will be tried in fire, refined in fire
All to turn back the stubborn heart of man
It is His desire, His desire
And when all is said and done
We'll be the glorified work of the Son
Once worthless lumps of clay
Now treasured vessels prepared for the day
When we shall reign eternally
With Him we shall reign eternally......
