I know the spiritual standards,
But I have a corrupt nature;
Sin causes me to be backwards,
Instead of as a new creature.
I am sold as a slave to sin,
Not realizing in what I do;
So how will I ever begin,
Changing the ways that I construe.
I do not what I desire,
Rather am doing what I hate;
As to what God does require,
That just might be sealing my fate.
For the standards of God are good,
I agree but I do not do;
Wishing that I could as I should,
But sin controls the wrong I knew.
I am doing things that I hate,
For sin living inside does them;
That could easily seal my fate,
Justified for God to condemn.
I know nothing good is in me,
Nothing good in corrupt nature;
For the good that others may see,
A deception of this culture.
I desire in doing right,
But the evil will not let me;
I cannot escape from the night,
Blinding my vision to break free.
But I have discovered the truth,
Of the evil present within;
And keeping me sounding uncouth,
That constantly is building sin.
I delight in the Law of God,
But see a different standard;
As conflicting making me flawed,
And my heart is being pandered.
A wretched person that I am,
I look to God to please rescue;
He sent the sacrificial Lamb,
For a righteous life to pursue.
Copyright © 2017 Richard Newton Sherrer