Worship

For my failure, surely

I shall worship it not 

For, it is Christ who died

And it is His lot.

The Spirit He sent me,

The hope that He brings.

I have lost all,

And all I have gained.

The breadth of my life,

The sacrifice it may be. 

Dependently striving,

Constant and desperately.

When I sin approaches and I decided toward the,

And I fail to flee.

For my failure, surely,

Can’t prevent my safe entry

Into a Kingdom sin-free

Amongst the other saints

A family, secured equally

To be truly free

Unto eternal glory

And an eternally glorious King.