By: Jonathan Noble
Tell me, sister, does it make you feel better to squeal in judgment?
To deal in analyzation of another and appeal to better rationality?
To demean another like the queen of all the graces and propriety?
You sit firmly in your piety, but are you truly thinking in sobriety?
Look at your own backyard and give ear to this bard of reasoning!
There are weeds in your own garden, but you are harden in heart;
You have failed, too, and have nailed your own crimes to the Cross!
You have bumbled and stumbled around, too, looking for answers;
And your home and hearth has not been the birth of merry mirth!
You pass by your own travesties to the agonies of others ‘n judge!
How dare you set yourself up to issue debts and threats to others!
‘Judge not lest you be judged,’ as the Teacher said
And here you make your bed; now lie down in it!
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