I thank you, Lord, for the cheerful assurance
this verse provides---refreshment and endurance
that helps my soul, when troubled by the snags
of doubt that like to tally all my flaws;
and my imperfect works are filthy rags;
and even one's smooth best is still too rough.
I need not wonder if I made enough
praises and prayers and, for my sins, repentence;
enough that will avoid damnation's sentence.
What I could not accomplish thoroughly,
or even in the smallest part of least,
Jesus died on the cross to give to me
promise of life in His eternity,
mine just for, and proven by, real believing,
and I am glad to do all the receiving
from Him---despite old Satan's tossed deceiving:
my soul has neither factual, nor fake, cause
for sour self-righteousness, or sackclothed grieving.
Starward