Wednesday, January 25, 2012

How quick we are to judge,
Too easily do our hands reach down for that stone to throw.
How unashamedly do we hold our neighbour up to the light,
Only to point out their flaws.
To think that this could be a remedy for our own shortcomings.
Or perhaps we might subdue our burning conscience
If we gloat over the failings of another.
How selfish and unfulfilling.
Our Father was broken when he saw our sins.
He came to make an unholy people holy once more.
He is the One who opens my eyes
He is the reason I can look at the one who stands beside me
And see a beautiful creation.


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