Guard My Eyes Poem by Timothy Branch

I can't handle what I see.
The hint of adverse consequences govern me.
So the avoidance of trouble in innate.
Not so fast though.
Wait.
This scenario speaks to where I am though.
I see and discern nonsense.
You know that spirit of performance.
Shucking and jiving calling foolishness goodness.
See these are the things I need help with.
Set filter to help how I sift, see and process things.
I'm trying not to sit where the Judge does though.
Only the Judge knows who chose performance over service.
The burden of discovering such does not belong to us.
Judge I yield to you to judge such.
I note how easy things are when I do not over-analyze such.
The guard I obey to abstain from misjudging things.
Forever be my faithful guard of my eyes.