Anguish Not, My Friend
All God’s children are not perfect
Including me and you.
So when ignorance or prejudice
Has limited our view.
We need not be so pious
As to think it is our place
To impose our personal sentence
Upon the human race.
Could we be so presumptive
As to judge our fellow-man?
Would we take the privilege of the Lord
Right out of His own hand?
If there’s been a sin committed
Leave it between the sinner and his Savior.
Let us rid ourselves of anguish
And worry not, of his behavior.
We must pay attention every hour
Watch our conduct very close.
When we are standing at His footstool
Our own records to expose.
Can we look up with clear conscience?
Will we hang our head in shame?
And confess unto our Maker
We have soiled our brother’s name.
May B. Winkel, © 1996