A creator is holier than his creature,
I wonder how the latter could be spotless:
Very shocked I was by this scripture
As my body become still and bloodless.
A little speck in an eye is as bad as none;
We enter throne of grace by mercy not saint
For even His saints He put no trust on,
How much more, mortals with sinful scent!
His scale of justice exceeds common sense,
Human sense or purity is faeces to his scale;
Who shall stand His scale by self-righteousness?
Heavens purity in His eyes is not a tale.
The unit of His scale is but mercy,
Only His own would this fancy!