Flawed Man Poem by Boston Kelley

A righteous man do you call me, my God,
yet an imperfect thing am I.
Your eyes look upon this form as holy;
a wretched, twisted person I am.
How can You call this creature a righteous one?
What eyes could view me as a perfect being?
With Christ, You have given me right standing;
a new covenant have you established.
Without Christ, I am such an unholy man,
yet unholy with Him do I still feel.
Many mistakes and wrongdoings can I still commit;
the Enemy's grasp still lays hold of me.
In this fallen world I live surrounded by all manner
of dark sinfulness.
Oh, Lord, how can You view me as righteous? What
could say I am made perfect?
Wrestle with this must I till Your truth illumines my mind.