Here is a bit of free-verse that I read in The Journals of Jim Elliot; I believe he wrote it.
What is this, Lord Jesus, that Thou shouldst make an end
Of all that I possess, and give Thyself to me?
So that there is nothing now to call my own
Save Thee; Thyself alone my treasure.
Taking all, Thou givest full measure of Thyself
With all things else eternal--
Things unlike the mouldly pelf by earth possessed.
But as to life and godliness-- all things are mine
And in God's garments dressed I am
With Thee, an heir to riches in the spheres divine.
Strange, I say, that suffering loss
I have so gained everything in getting
Me a friend who bore a cross.