Who am I to pass judgement on you?
Is it my place to condemn the things you do?
what right do I have to look at you with scorn?
am I justified to question why you were born?
Are we not all God's children as the bible says?
didn't Jesus die for all of us, despite our wicked ways?
Were we not created equal regardless of race?
Should I judge a man just be looking at his face?
Should I be concerned with the speck in
my brother's eye?
when right before me all my faults lie
how can I overlook m own degree of guilt?
my conscience would accuse me of being a hypocrite?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem