Something I wrote once during a low moment:

Judgement
My savior is with me thou I struggle
In my heart with him I abide
Though in sin I've toiled through my trouble
He never has left from my side
And I know before my final hour
That within him secure I will be
When my faith like a blossoming flower
Blooms forth for my God to see.

Yet in this life filled with much bleakness
I pray to my God above
Lord judge me not for my weakness
But Father for only my love
For on that day when you open the book
Despite all of the errors I've made
I know on one of the pages you'll look
To see I was worthy of the price that you paid.