King of It All.
King Of It All
Meditations on Romans 2:17-24
Enough of the deception I’ve created
Through with the falsity of it all
It makes me feel good to point out
To rail against all that I see wrong
My accusations come all day
My fingers never stop pointing
All my charges against them
Void of any validity because of my own junk
I judge everyone but myself
Point out the wrong
Only to go along in plastic pride
I know I’m wrong
But I’d rather ignore my sin, my problem, my lack of
Its much more fun to look at someone else
Their irrelevancy, their lack of love
Well look at me
I’m overflowing with love
With faith, hope, patience, a pure tongue
A holy mind, clean hands
Look at me, perfected saint
Choked to death on my own vain assumptions
Caught in my own net
Measured by my own standard of righteousness
Not to mention God’s
Guilty and busted
Of everything I saw as wrong