When it’s there to plainly see,
the sin in someone’s life.
Am I first to cast a stone,
or will I carve the line?
If I choose to look at them
as if they’re less than me,
it seems I just picked up a stone.
What will my next choice be?
How can I sit in judgment
when I myself am flawed?
What on Earth gives me the right?
I am not their god.
All my life I’ve been casting stones.
Looking down on all of those,
who, in my eyes seem to be
somehow less than me.
Even if my life has changed,
my eyes, they now can see.
I could try a thousand lives
but perfect never be.
So, who am I that I’d expect
more of you than me?
…and yet when faced with this again
I fear that I will be
condemning you within my mind
and even with my words.
Hitting your plank, while ignoring mine,
as if I’ll never learn.
All my life I’ve been casting stones.
Looking down on all of those,
who, in my eyes seem to be
somehow less than me.
~ elr
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