We Are All As Filthy Rags

“And all our righteousness are like filthy rags;” (Isaiah 64:6)

Who are we but the lepers
who approached the Lord?
nation rotting in the pus
of godless existence
a people of falling flesh
so scarred to the bone
a putrid stinch that rises
to the nostrils of Holy God
We dress the leprosy,
with garments scented in the linen
of our good works
we offer to God
so corrupted
broken, twisted, and dead
our good works cling only
brief moments
on bodies so filthy
compromised with the large sores
of ignorance

yet we keep changing the linens of our beliefs
not to expose the shame of a nakedness
so unclean and unholy without Jesus
we slip into this earth compromised,
we stand condemned before the throne
of Holy God
in groping blindness,
the curse of sin has so shriveled us
born without the power of grace
our zombie like existences
condemn us to crawl
covered in a shroud of violence
who will deliver us from the grave?
who will rip off the bloody bandages of sins
so vile angels weep
the pus-filled and foul corpse of humanity

Who will heal our leprosy?
Who will step in to heal the flesh of sin?
Who will pull off the bandages of evil?
Until God gives us a heart of flesh
this heart of stone will never cry
and we remain in sin
Until God strips away the layers
of our wicked natures,
until we let ourselves be crucified
with our sinless Christ
we stay in the vomit of self-righteousness
preaching gospels
to tickle the vanity
of our ears

Until we realize Judgment is at hand
we our led by the nose down
the wide path of destruction
following a deceived companyof church goers
gazing into the mirrors of narcissism
and piety
Who will save a church
so enamoured and seduced
by the harlotries of sin
God warns us over and over
don’t let your souls be burned
in the pyres of unbelief
“Repent and Believe.”
Let His Hand lead you to the Cross
where Jesus was judged for our sins
where the Wrath of God crushed Him.
where He was broken for you and for me.

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