Beams and Motes
By labeling as dog or swine,
I thus usurp decrees divine.
By casting pearls, I abdicate
A chance to share that God is great.
The flavor of the pulp was moot
In Mrs. Doubtfire’s drive-by fruit.
The gospel is a precious thing,
Not deadly stones launched with a sling.
When my salvation’s cause to gloat,
The chance I see my beam’s remote.
For ere God got a hold of me,
I fear I was far worse than thee.
So I will pick my words with care,
And come along beside you there.
I’ll not begrudge your heart’s incline,
Nor hurl my pearl, nor think you swine,
And then perhaps we’ll both agree:
Our Judge alone can set us free.
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Today's sermon was on Matthew 7:1-6, of all things :-)
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