Who Can Judge? ONE!

*A Christian's Observation. PF Who Can Judge? Sunday, on our Lord's day, we focus on that priority, truly to see as God's way, we'd serve with humility. My wife reported to work, as a dedicated employee, like devotion, she asserts with me and our family. She holds just as much fire, as many siting in the pew. at times, she might desire, her obligations not to be due. A man came in pleasantly, but his sly remark, made a stir. He condemned in a jestful way, getting her to see in a blur. After he spoke, She replied "what not work on this day"? "What are you doing here"? "What brought you this way"? The man understood and left. My wife sure made a great point. What an joke, sticking out fingers, always forgeting self to count. For her, him, myself and you, A little poem written below. Judge not lest you be too, I hope this touches your soul. ~Only One Of A Crowd~ Only one of a crowd, simply me- that is just all that I am. No better or worse than any, for there are many of them. As a lost soul, doom to meet, I saw the light in Your Word, the Truth I wanted to greet, but haughtiness is absurd. Only one of a crowd, simply me- sinner chief saved by grace. I'll love the Light in humility, thanking You, taking my place. Truth should be taken boldly, but never to snarl at another. though ignorance is dangerous, best to aid the weak brother. Only one of a crowd, simply me- I'm no where perfect by far. trying to do what You've asked to, because my soul was also marred. To stand strongly and uphold, words of life bestowed to me, is a great priviledged pleasure, to be sweetly shared Humbly- Only one of a crowd, simply me- unrighteous of self to my core. Let me be as You'd have me be, in recalling my stains before. It is not weak if I am meek, for strength turns inside out- In You, more truth do I seek, to show everyone round about; It is You working wonder in me, I could do nothing on my own. Let me shine in my sincerity, the enlightenment, You have shown. Only one of a crowd, simply me, Though I'd never intend to fake, For You can easily clearly see... my heart when making a mistake. Only one of a crowd, simply me, yet You said I could be Your son, thanks to all You gave lovingly, for me and the world, everyone. ***** Poetic Fanatic ***** Thomas F. Crumpler © 2,002 Jan. 20th Written January 20th, 2002 © on Jan 20 2002 01:20 PM PST, Thomas Crumpler   0 • 13