I am imperfect and so are you
We seem to be so quick to judge others
We see with a magnifying lens
What others are not doing right
But we fine excuses for ourselves
When we err but won't find excuses for others
We have a lot of wood in our eyes
Who appointed us judges over another?
With the log of wood in your own eyes
How can you see and assess situations rightly?
We all have our shortcomings
It varies, yes, but that makes us all imperfect
We are not doing God any service
By judging and hating another for falling short
He who is without fault should cast the stone, right?
Ability to evolve and learn from our mistakes
The sheer desire to evaluate our ways
And start making informed decisions
That's the ability that makes us humans
And we should start acting like one too
Stop being too critical of another person
Just because they sin differently than you
We are all imperfect beings striving for perfection

Thank you for your time.

My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.

Still me,

My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.

Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.