You speak of love and charity, Of kindness we should show. Where was that same charity In the years so long ago? You ask her now to show more grace, And just leave the past behind— But did you welcome her to the family With that same charity in mind? She never tried to take her place, Or push her memory aside. She honored what we'd lost before And stood there by my side. She opened up her heart to love Both families, Debbie's and mine. But some who now call for charity Kept drawing boundary lines. Look in the mirror, Before you point at my wife. You haven't walked beside us Through the chapters of our life. One finger points toward her, But three are pointing back. Look in the mirror— Before you launch your attack. I watched her give for seventeen years, I know how hard she tried. I saw the love she offered, And the tears she sometimes cried. When those doors were firmly closed, She began to sing, Now you ask her to be silent About the lessons pain can bring. There were accusations and angry words, Our grandchildren kept away, Milestones we weren't invited to, County complaints and CC&Rs came our way. Did you encourage them to extend charity then? Did you try to build a bridge somehow? Now she shares the lessons she learned through it all, And you're calling for charity now? Should you demand kindness You were unwilling to extend, Then call her words uncharitable When When her songs help hearts to mend? Look in the mirror, Before you point at my wife. You haven't walked beside us Through the chapters of our life. One finger points toward her, But three are pointing back. Look in the mirror— Before you launch your attack. When I look into that mirror, I know I'm standing there. I've made mistakes, I've had regrets, I've needed grace and prayer. We know we're not exempt from charity, It's a principal we should all defend. But kindness that you ask of others Should be kindness you're willing to extend. She isn't asking you to listen, Or demanding you agree. She's sharing what she's learned from life, And setting her own story free. You don't have to like her music, Don't listen. Don't sing along. But you don't get to call it hatred Just because you think she's wrong. Look in the mirror, Before you point at my wife. You haven't walked beside us Through the chapters of our life. One finger points toward her, But three are pointing back. Look in the mirror— Before you launch your attack. So before sending quotes about charity, To tell her what to do, Remember that those sacred words Were written for you too. When you point at someone else, Remember this simple fact— One finger points toward them, But there are three pointing back. Look in the mirror. Look in the mirror.
