A Poem Sent To Me By Walter Little, A Good Friend

A SINFUL SINNER SPEAKS

I think that I have never been
A single moment without sin.
But sins are not what does me in,
It's sinfulness with roots within.

Though Christ has made me born anew,
I'm still human through and through.
My "inner goodness" is sinful goo,
And there's nothing righteous I can do.

My joy is when God looks at me,
It's his Son's perfection that he can see.
Without that holy Substitute,
my works would earn but bitter fruit.

by Walter Little