If works did count toward being saved     Then Grace would never be. For works are that which could be waved     To show the best of 'me'! Grace is a gift that's caused by love     It's perfect in every way. Our works are things for which we strove     To improve that gift our way? Our best is seen as filty things     Just what can they improve? To perfect Grace our works we bring     Which mirrors to us the fool. Grace is given - it can't be earned     It's' borne of God alone Works are things which will be burned     They'll never get you home. If works did count toward being saved     Jesus need not have died. Look, my friend, to what you have waved     There's no place you can hide. Receive God's Grace - Say "Thank you, Lord"     It's as simple as can be. Anything else you can't afford     Try it, and you'll agree.                           - K. V. Francart