I’m really one of the bad guys,
No matter my disguise–
No matter how I fare to others,
Besting some and worsing others.
I really do no good.
The good I wish, I do not do,
But do the very thing I hate;
And when I judge, I do the same.
I’m blind to my own state.
I cannot do the good I can.
Do you not see?
I am a man.
Why do you call me good?
Text: Rom. 3:9-12; 2:1-3; 7:14-25; 8:7-8; Mk. 10:18.