Lynn at Indelible Grace has written one such poem. She gave me permission to copy it here:
My righteous deeds are but a trap.
They never can erase
My sin; these filthy rags just slap
The sacred scars of grace.
Completely filled with pride and self
I strive to make sin less,
But what I count as gain is pelf*;
In bondage I regress.
On God alone I must depend;
All pride confess, forsake.
These hellish bonds my God must rend;
This legalism break.
Christ broke my bonds and set me free!
His work, not mine, I sing;
Whose pain and scars at Calvary
|money or wealth, esp. when regarded with contempt or acquired by reprehensible means.|