Here's a poem that I wrote in high school that I still find very meaningful in my own life today:
What words to sing my Saviour’s love
Can my lost state exclaim?
What praise, what adoration give
To his sweet, holy name?
For in the throes of sin and death,
He came to bear my shame
And suffer all my pain.
Why would he deign to take on flesh,
And stoop to low degree,
For men created by his hand,
Who stole from off the tree
The fruit, forbidden to consume,
And joined the Enemy,
In open blasphemy?
What mercy sweet, that though my curse
Christ pierced himself for me,
And paid the ransom for my soul
Upon that crimson tree,
That sinless I might live again,
In free captivity,
For him, eternally.
So now for me to live is Christ,
To die for me is gain.
His humble slave, I prostrate fall
In rev’rance to his name;
And though the world despise, reject,
Or offer wealth and fame,
I glory in his shame.
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