The furrow etched between your eyes, A shadow on your face that lies. Your downward glance, a chilling breeze, That whispers judgment, ill at ease. Your nose, it arches high and proud, As if you stand above the crowd. Your hand, withdrawn, a silent claim, Of purity, a burning flame. But tell me, friend, who gave you right To dim another’s inner light? To shrink away, with judging stare, From hearts that crave a love to share? For Yeshua walked a different road, His love a freely given home. He reached for hands, all stained and worn, And lifted spirits, tempest-torn. He saw the soul, the hidden need, And planted there a hopeful seed. He didn't flinch at outward guise, But looked within, with loving eyes. The stones you gather in your hand, To cast upon this shifting sand, Remember well, they bear the weight, Of flaws you hide, and sins you hate. For Jesus opened wide his arms, To shelter souls from life's alarms. He offered solace, grace, and peace, A haven where all striving cease. You see the ink upon my skin, The metal piercing, deep within. You whisper tales of darkened heart, A soul estranged, and set apart. But do you know the stories told, In symbols etched, in silver cold? Do you perceive the reasons why, These outward marks beneath the sky? My Heavenly Father sees my core, He knows the battles I've fought sore. He sees the light, however dim, That flickers with a hope-filled hymn. And James, he wrote with wisdom clear, A truth for every soul to hear: "There is one Judge, one Lawgiver true, To save, destroy, the choice is you." "But who are you," the words resound, "To judge the neighbor you've found?" Release your grip, let judgment cease, And offer love, and inner peace. Look past the surface, understand, The fragile soul, the helping hand. For in compassion, true and deep, The seeds of healing gently sleep.
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