Bema Seat

Verse 1

I was walking in Over-the-Rhine,

And noticed a man with no home,

He asked me for a buck forty-nine,

I said, "May God give Shalom."

Then I hurried along with my plans,

With sermons and dreams in my head,

Never stopping to open my hands,

Just offering words instead.

Chorus

I've wandered through the world looking to make a name,

When I could've helped the ones I saw,

In this world, I was reaching for fame,

At the Bema Seat that'll be my greatest flaw.

Whoa, woe, woe-woe-woe-woe, woe-woe-woe-woe,

Woe-woe-woe-woe, woe, woe,

Whoa, woe, woe-woe-woe-woe, woe-woe-woe-woe,

Woe-woe-woe-woe, woe, woe.

Verse 2

I have stood where the crowds applaud,

And I've spoken the holiest lines,

But the widow was lost in the fog,

While I polished my grand designs.

There were brothers I passed on by,

Bearing burdens too heavy to hide,

I was watching the stars in the sky,

When the wounded were there at my side.

Chorus

I've wandered through the world looking to make a name,

When I could've helped the ones I saw,

In this world, I was reaching for fame,

At the Bema Seat that'll be my greatest flaw.

Whoa, woe, woe-woe-woe-woe, woe-woe-woe-woe,

Woe-woe-woe-woe, woe, woe,

Whoa, woe, woe-woe-woe-woe, woe-woe-woe-woe,

Woe-woe-woe-woe, woe, woe.

Bridge

Not the crowns that I carried home,

Not the praises engraved in stone,

But the thirsty I left unfilled,

And the fields where I never tilled.

For the King was among the least,

In the alley and on the street,

And I brushed past His hidden face,

While I ran in the human race.

Final Chorus

I've wandered through the world looking to make a name,

While the harvest was ripe all along,

I spent years trying to build my fame,

When love would've made my spirit strong.

When I stand before Christ in His light,

May His mercy be more than I deserve,

For the least of these were in my sight,

Yet too often I failed to serve.

Whoa, woe, woe-woe-woe-woe, woe-woe-woe-woe,

Woe-woe-woe-woe, woe, woe,

Whoa, woe, woe-woe-woe-woe, woe-woe-woe-woe,

Woe-woe-woe-woe... Lord, have mercy on me.

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