We often find ourselves talking about other people
Whenever they do something good, but mostly something bad
But not once have we stopped to think whose feeling we’re
hurting
Or who we’re making feel sad
We all have sins and things we do hidden away in the dark
Not one of us is perfect we all have our flaws
But who are we to judge others
When we all have come short
We fail to realize that none of us is God here on earth
Then why judge you’re neighbor
When you yourself are doing things
That you know are wrong
Sins aren’t measured in size, there’s no large or small
A sin is already a sin whether it be big or small
A thought of murder is no different from the act
And your little white lies are not far from that.
If God himself didn’t judge that woman caught in adultery
Then really who are we to be judging anybody
If these words make no sense to you…judge me
He who is
without sin may cast the first stone, but before examine yourself and realize
you’re not far from everybody
-By Racheal Balkissoon