Why should I point my fingers at others,
When I sin much, the sky being limit?
Let me not judge them rashly, my brothers,
When doing blunders is my bad habit.
Why should I see accusingly others,
When I am not perfect in mind and heart?
Let me not ev'r degrade my own brothers,
But try to live in amity from start.
Why should I think I am most superior,
When God was kind to create me so well?
Let me not think others as inferior,
'God made all men equal, 'the Scriptures tell.
Why should I think I am on earth the best?
When God decides this on how souls are drest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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