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Judgment Eyes

I am beginning to realize I am a horrid blogger - and I thought my journal entries were sporadic! But anyway, I wrote this poem earlier this month because it's something that I struggle with...




Judgment Eyes:
"We crowd around the masses, fingers pointing as they bleed.
Just in case they have forgotten, we count their every wrong -
We tell them they must  change, but in a language most unknown -
There's no time for teaching, when everyone's scores need keeping.

I crowd around the masses, now just staring as they bleed.
What kind of Christian am I, hiding behind these judgment eyes?
What Good News am I bringing if my every look condemns?
My life is here, an example, His image do I bare.

Among the masses now, with the Savior who heals all wounds.
A look in reverse, at my not so distant yesterdays,
Reveals not much has changed, still a sinner saved by grace.
Judgment eyes aside, I'm not so different from the masses,
          Just a sinner saved by grace."

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