When in college in the late 60s, I wrote a poem that was published in the national magazine of the Seventh Day Church of God, the church of Heidi. It is a poetic paraphrase of a Psalm:
My Grace is Sufficient for You
Oh, Save me, my Father, I cry in despair!
Sin’s waters lick long round my neck.
I sink in the mire; no foothold to find;
I’m weary; my life’s but a wreck.
“Oh, Save me, my Father!” my parched throat cries out,
My eyes grow despondently dim.
Still on do the wicked persistently press.
My life’s at its ebb; ever grim
And then through the tumult a calm, still small voice,
Brings hope to me; makes me anew.
Resplendent in glory, the kind Master says,
“My grace is sufficient for you.”
Though worldliness press you and hope starts to wane;
Foes mount and your friends seem too few,
Take heart, friend, the Master calls even today,
“My grace is sufficient for you!”