Poetry for the Glory of God

How can I attempt to serve?
How can I attempt to praise?
Can I be faithful to your Word
When I have sinned for all these days?

All my righteousness is as rags.
And I have none to look up to,
For all men have these sins, these filthy snags!
We can offer nothing unto You.

But You have died so that we might live.
You, God, have covered us with your blood.
We have nothing of our own to give.
Jehovah, we give back to You: Your precious Love!