Motes and Beams
Your heart is quick to condemn and your soul is slow to learn,
You cast your stones at others and their kindness you spurn.
You desire good things for yourself and hope that others fall.
You place yourself on a pedestal and looking down you call,
There is a mote within your eye, just let me pull it out.
I look at you with sadness and walk away as you shout;
Oh my dear brother you are blinded by your hate,
You cannot see to help me, because your path is not straight.
You cannot lift me up or help me find my way.
You are lost yourself and I will heed not what you say.
Your stones of accusation fall carelessly to the ground.
The labels you assign me are cast away and can’t be found.
My judge, my Savior, my friend will decide in the end,
Am I a faithful daughter, a true disciple and His Friend?
Written by Michelene Glasson