My Judge

For I am not aware of anything against myself, but I am not thereby acquitted. It is the Lord who judges me.

1 Corinthians 4:4

I try my best.

It’s not enough.

I feel condemned.

My guilt holds up.

Conscience convinces.

I’m wrong… again.

I’m incapable

of turning it around again.

As much as I try…

in good intent I fail.

And I’ve done much less

than righteousness could avail.

I’m unhappy, unable to please

or help another.

I can’t save myself.

Why even bother?

But Jesus came

to clear my way.

Damning night

He turned to welcoming day.

He bears my current shame.

He took the guilt away.

Uncondemned, by Him I stay.

I have a Savior.

He looks at me.

Declares me pure

as only He can be.

Free from judgement because

He took my place.

He pours out on me

unending grace.

Answering to people,

I let them down.

Looking to Jesus,

I turn around.

He is my only Judge.

He is my only Friend.

I’ll look only to Him

until journey’s end.