Self righteous I rise to meet my fall.
I point to the failures of others
failing to own mine own
mining my soul instead for some thing
separating me from you.
Self righteous I rise to meet my fall.
I call out others’ blindness
holes never seeing
whole never feeling
holiness never taking hold of me.
Self righteous I rise to meet my fall.
I push those who fail to walk the line
ignoring the evil lining
right inside my heart
incapable of right from wrong.
Self righteous I rise to meet my fall.
I am the Pharisee meeting Publican.
Rich Man meeting Lazarus.
Pro meeting Beginner.
I am the Saint meeting Sinner.
I am my enemy
failing to see him in me
myself in her
knowing our blood knows
no color
no creed
no nationality.
I am some of all, and none of some,
but I am not the sum of all
that has been done.
Because I fall
I will not rise
self righteous
this time.
Because I fall,
I am being
Redeemed
Recreated
Renewed.
Because I fall,
I am becoming.
Everyday I fall I am replaced.
Never quite returning to who I was
never quite reaching who I want to be
never quiet about who is saving me;
about who is saving us.
Self righteous I rise to meet my fall.
