A Soul Set Free

My conscience screamed, “You’re guilty, confess!”

I sought relief in works, but found distress.

With fervent toil by day and night,

I chased salvation’s fleeting light.

The law’s fierce threats burned deep within,

Its weight exposed my hidden sin.

Yet all my deeds, though fiercely tried,

Left me in chains, my soul denied.

I thought persistence would bring me peace,

That striving hard would grant release.

I pleaded Christ, the law my guide,

Yet grace and mercy stayed denied.

My accuser grew bold—my conscience, it seemed,

But Satan’s lies had darkly schemed.

Not law alone was my true fight,

But sin’s deep grip that stole my light.

The law and sin, in cruel embrace,

Weakened my will, defiled my pace.

In silent bed, too frail to speak,

I longed for rest, for answers weak.

No sleep could hush my troubled mind,

No work could loose the chains that bind.

Sin and law were foes, I thought,

But works for grace the greater fault.

I sank so low, no plea remained,

Till Christ’s sweet truth my soul sustained.

He bore my sin upon the tree,

His grace alone has set me free.

The law, once harsh, now shows His face,

Its threats reveal His boundless grace.

My Savior’s wounds, for me He bore,

His mercy mine forevermore.

Men seek salvation in all the wrong ways,

But Christ, the Rock, deserves our praise.

O Sovereign God, O Father kind,

Your Spirit seals—He’s wholly mine!