All glory be to God my King
Thought I’d share my first attempt at a poem as an adult. The style is probably much akin to what a ten-year-old might write but I was moved to write it anyway. It can also be sung to the tune of the Old 100th AKA to me All people who on earth do dwell.
What worth am I that You should see
a sin-bound wretched worm like me
and send forgiveness through Your Son
to die my death; that sinless One.
Twas Christ, in love, who took my place
and offered me unending grace.
A prize that works could never win,
complete forgiveness for my sin.
Upon the cross, His life was shed.
The son of God was pronounced dead.
Forgiveness purchased through His blood
when mercy flowed as crimson flood.
The victory death it could not win
Christ rose again conquering sin.
And all this happened as foretold
by prophets in the days of old.
This worthless worm is now set free
through what my Lord has done for me.
So I can stand before God’s throne
by grace, through faith in Christ alone.
My hope now sure that through this grace
I’ll one day see Him face to face
and with the angels praises sing,
All glory be to God my King.