No one is righteous
No one is righteous
No one is righteous
Not even me.
So why do I think I am.
Why do act like I am.
Once upon a time
I wanted God
to think I was the one
Righteous.
But then I was honest
No one is happy
No one is bold
To ask real questions
Of their own self.
I just deleted
36 words.
Things you should know
But I should not tell you
Because, I need a redeemer
much more than you know
No one is righteous
Not even you.
But that’s what you’re counting on
Right?
Just like me.
We are not more clever than God.
But it is my hobby to think I am.
Don’t we all
Create god-kingdoms and ring-turns for the sake of our glory
Not His
What is my name?
Mother of all the living?
Mother of all the dead.
Can you claim life-name with such past
And still be forgiven?
This is not a game
This is not a test
This is not a lie
I wish it were
I’d like to lie my way out of the hard place
I’d like to charm my way out of responsibility
But I was made to fight.
No one is righteous
Not the fighter, not the winner
No one is righteous.
Not the boss nor the server
The mother nor the child
The president nor his speech
The writer nor the reader
We just revolve around our own unrighteousness
There is not even one
The pastor nor the victim
The grandma nor the infant
There is no one
Can you find one? When there is not.
Not the teenager nor the teacher
Not the preacher nor the pew
There is no one
Not even one.
Cindy Koch 