Do we put them on a pedestal and sift each word they say,
Forgetting they are sinners saved by grace with feet of clay?
Are we looking for perfection and when church day rolls around,
Do we dine on a roasted Priest, if a single flaw we have found?
Do we watch their children carefully, inspecting every deed?
Does the slightest imperfection make us have a family feed?
Do we leave no room for error in the stringent code we set,
But play by different rules ourselves, and all our sins forget?
If we could walk a single day with them, inside their shoes,
All our judging attitude we would surely lose.
We would know and understand the weighty burdens that they bear,
And we would try to help them and to show them that we care.
We would lift them up each day in earnest prayer before God's throne,
And ask the Lord's forgiveness when a lack of love we have shown.
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