I write poetry/hymns. All the time. Some are saved, some I'm praying for. ;+} Wouldn't you know that someone asked ME why we didn't sing the one I wrote for this Epistle reading from Philippians? Too late to lock the barn, the cows escaped; it's too late to milk them anymore. As always, free use if you put my name to it. If you don't, talk to God about the number 7.
In His Service,   +
Pastor Michael Harman

Philippians 2:5-13
v1-3, 5 by Pastor Harman, 1996  v4 by William. How 1854
tune:  Gott sei Dank;  or  Vienna

Very nature of true God
Who, upon our soil has trod,
did not grasp equality -
He became a man, like me.

Christ took on the servant form,
Humbled Himself, to perform
and obey the Father's will
All the way to Cal'vry's hill.

By His death upon the cross
We gained riches at His loss.
God exalted Him, the Christ,
For His gracious sacrifice.

Jesus! Name of wondrous love
Name all other names above,
Unto which must every knee
Bow in deep humility.

Let your mind be just like Christ's
Willing service;  sacrifice;
Living blameless;  loving;  true;
God works both to will and do.