The man who points the finger
while he's pointing with his finger
its back-firing through his thumb.
Would you kick your fallen brother
while he is lying there?
judgement is passed upon you,
while your foot is in the air.
Dare we to judge another simply
by the color of their skin?
Dare we wage war of prejudice
in a battle which no one wins?
Was there ever a man so mentally and physically strong,
who will not forgive and forget a real or imagined wrong?
Who will not from this position move nor budge,
when no one shoulders or heart can endure a prolonged grudge?
I have met so many people,
but I have yet to see,
any of those people
that are better off than me.
Before you wrongly judge me,
that I'm enlarged with pride,
I'm happy to inform you
that I have Jesus on my side.
A cold cup of water,
a piece of cold bread
offered in Jesus blessed name,
is very little to give
but do this and live,
much better than in luxury, wealth, and fame.
As we go passing by with our head held high
Do we consider the beggar on the street?
Perhaps because of shabby, ragged clothes
walk on by looking down our nose,
never seeing the poor beggar has no feet.
Take that finger you point at others....and simply raise it up. Point to the sky. Point to the One who gives all us imperfect creatures Hope. Don't point at others to condemn...point to the only Hope we have. Point to Life...instead of Death. The life you might save...maybe your own.
"The fingers of your thoughts are molding your face ceaselessly."