Only Christ
Isaiah 64:6
6 We are all like one who is unclean,
all our so-called righteous acts are like a menstrual rag in your sight.
We all wither like a leaf;
our sins carry us away like the wind.
Only Christ
One thing for sure ... when my head is in the sand
my behind is showing ... for everyone to see.
It is not a pretty sight and smells up to Heaven
A skunk killed on the road ... is better off than me.
With head stuck in the sand what weeds will be sprouting
Will it be cacti or sticker burrs ... maybe a bush of thorns?
We know it won’t be flowers ... although what’s fed is rotten
For how can beauty come ... from what has been forlorn?
A tree is known by it fruits ... and I am still sprouting.
Even to produce a peanut ... would be better than I’ll be.
Maybe a grain of rice ... that for many is life giving,
But just a bush of thorns ... to be burned with the weeds?
Nothing that’s in me is any good ... unless to me it’s given.
Nothing in me is worth having ... unless it’s planted from outside.
Nothing in me will survive ... the final destruction.
But all of me will overcome ... with Christ as my way out.
Jan Wienen