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Judge Not

I don't even remember when I wrote this one. I just found it recently folded up in an old notebook. Just thought I'd share.

Judge Not

who are you to judge
who are you to say
who are you  to tell them
that they can’t come this way
They may look very different
they may not seem ideal
As if God was choosing people
based on outward appeal
They may be tall and skinny
have gold teeth, dreads, and earrings
Thank the lord that Jesus
doesn’t focus on those things
They may be pierced all over
have tattoos like a poster
Just be thankful that heaven
seems to take a look much closer
Remember what you looked like
When the lord brought you this way
you wouldn’t have picked you would u
wouldn’t have given yourself the time of day
But God sent you somebody
Someone willing and determined
To be used by Jesus Christ
Ready to be his humble servant
They didn’t seem concerned
with how you treated your earthly vessel
They wanted to get much deeper
and with your spirit wrestle
They looked at you with the love of God
Shining in their eyes
almost as if they seemed to hear
your soul’s desperate cries
You remember that day don't you
I can tell by the tears in your eyes
Tears of thankfulness
That they didn’t just pass you by
So how come every time that you’re out and about
And you feel the need to witness
You single out and pass the ones
who look like they could never be this?
Next time remember where u came from
and that God’s the one who chooses
You just tell them about His love
and ignore all the differences

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