Pray, don’t find fault with the man that limps,
Or stumbles along the road
Unless you have worn the shoes he wears
Or struggled beneath his load.
There may be tacks in his shoes that hurt,
Tho’ hidden away from view,
Or the burden he bears placed on your back
Might cause you to stumble, too.
Don’t sneer at the man who’s down today,
Unless you have felt the blow
That caused his fall or felt the shame
That only the fallen know.
You may be strong; but still the blows
That were his, if dealt to you
In the selfsame way at the selfsame time
Might cause you to stagger, too.
Don’t be too harsh with the man that sins,
Or pelt him with word or stone,
Unless you are sure – yea, double sure -
That you have no sins of your own.
For you know perhaps if the tempter’s voice
Should whisper as soft to you
As it did to him when he went astray
It might cause you to falter, too.
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