On The Inside

January 23, 2018

Jesus,

I have no love.

I have no mercy.

I have no humility.

I am filled with

Every kind of wickedness,

evil, greed, and depravity.

Life is all

about me

and my own reality.

And yet,

on the outside

I am a picture of morality.

I try to save

myself by following

every rule and legality.

But to no avail

for it is

all futality.

I can not

save myself from

my dark immorality.

Jesus can you

save me from

mortality?

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