No one is good

My righteousness is like filthy rags.
The heart is desperately sick.
Jesus is my spiritual doctor,
He heals my heart of sins painly prick.
I am a brilliant actor
if I portray innocence and virtue.
I am a great con artist, a liar
if I claim to be without sin.
No one is good, not even one.
Sin stenches the soul like a smelly bin.
It rots me like a decayed bone.
It is ugly like its maker, the devil.
I wish I never knew right and wrong,
now sin has become my rival.
Sin tries to steal my joyful song.
Sin is as poisonous as a snake's venom,
it kills, sin leads to doom.
Sin is as deadly as a scorpion's sting,
it kills, sin leads to death.
I am tired of walking down the wrong path.
Will I always fancy the pleasures 
of the wide road?
Then I will miss out all the treasures
of the narrow road.
I am in need of a saviour.
How about you? Do you need one too?
Jesus died for sinners, what a saviour.
All I need is His mercy and sweet favour.
Redeem me Jesus from the miry clay
So my lips will praise you with a joyful song.
To sing till you return, it won"t be long.