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by Deb
Rated: E · Poetry · Biographical · #1814443
A chastisement from God about judging others.
"Not" Judgment Day

I awoke with a start, still in my bed.
All of the images locked in my head.
Standing  before Him, the "Book of Life" in His hand.
He said,"It is not judgment day, you'll soon understand."

The Book is laid open, my name carved inside.
He says, "Come closer there is nothing to hide.
I know your shortcomings, your sins and your doubts.
That is not what this day is about."

"It seems you're concerned with the judgment of others.
You scorn the sins of your sisters and brothers.
I bring you here to point out some facts.
To bring your attention to your own sinful acts."

"There was a man on the street and you looked down your nose.
He was hungry and lonely and wore tattered clothes.
I urged you to stop..or say a quick prayer,
but you kept right on walking as if he weren't there."

" A friend was in pain over her daughter's abortion.
You listened and prayed with her but your mind was in motion.
(The girl is immoral, white trash, a lost cause.)
You added murder to the list without pause."

"Did you drop to your knees and send me a prayer? "
"Or think to ask, Lord, are you there?"
"No, you raised her sin above all the rest.
In your mind you list them from the worst to the best."

"You seem to the world to be beyond reproach.
Your fashion, church going, "Gucci" and "Coach."
I'll let you in on a little secret my dear.
A sin, is a sin, is a sin- Can You Hear?"

"I forgive you when you slander and blame,
break My laws, My commandments, use My name in vain.
You're guilty of gossip, vanity, pride.. and worse.
You tell little white lies, you're a glutton, you curse."

"Now before you judge the sad, homeless drunk,
sort through the things in your very own trunk!
Only I can know what a heart truly holds;
If they might repent and reach lofty goals."

"Go back now, with your eyes open-wide.
Share my forgiveness; I'll be by your side.
Your job is to listen, to pray, send them home.
The Judgment rests here- it is Mine alone."

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