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Self-made


 Romans 3:20  New English Translation

20 For no one is declared righteous before him by the works of the law, for through the law comes the knowledge of sin.

 

Self-made

 

In being bad, I transgress the law, in being good, is there a difference

I establish my own righteousness, but without Jesus, I am a Pharisee

In my flesh there dwells no good, and still, I can at times do some

I guess that’s well understood. It adds up like one, two, and three.

 

I know what’s right, or do I now? I know what’s wrong for sure

Things seem right but still are wrong, and I don’t know the difference

So when I am wrong to make things right, I am nobody’s fool

I mix them up and swallow the cup in blindness and indifference

 

So to enter in the presence with the slightest confidence

And fill the room from top to floor with self-satisfaction

With pride of achievement and trophies, you racked up

Will only lead you on to a simple way of self-destruction

 

Jan Wienen

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