Measure For Measure
Let God and government be judge
in earthly crimes man does to man;
in hurts personal, I would turn the cheek,
give coat and cloak, and hatred ban.
Make my hands large for giving,
generous and capable tools used ably
for unselfish, loving service -
binding wounds, setting captives free.
Make my heart large, by sorrow shaped,
scraped, crafted, into golden bowl
overflowing with unfeigned love -
poured out upon a broken soul.
I should not tally scores but yield;
the blessed golden rule is true.
I would prefer my neighbor; judgment
is God's; He decides twixt me and you.
Measure for measure, shaken down,
as my Lord Christ dispersed to me . . .
I try, but never will exceed
His inexhaustible treasury.
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, 5-17-2014
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