Who Am I to Judge?

O Lord, how blessed I need to be
Where I am and who I am because of You
Oh, how foolish I could become
when I judge others for who they are
And what they do.
Do I ever stop to think that circumstance
could make a person to do weird thing
poverty could force kids to rob
and women to sell their bodies
young boys may choose to bear arms
either they are misled
or being promised that their families
will be well taken care of

If they had been born in a better surroundings
Had the love and care of the family
Enough money to eat, dress and study
And a place called home to come to for shelter
An opportunity to have a decent job to work
No doubt they wouldn't have chosen what they do

Who would love to live on the streets after dark?
Who would protect them from hunger, cold and violence?
It's easy for me to judge them from where I stand
But if I'm put in their place and made to live in their shoes
What would I tell, or how would I view those
Who are quick to judge and try to avoid me at any cost

Lord, You told us not to judge by appearance
And showed me how to love the outcasts of society
Mathew, the tax collector
the woman caught in the act of adultery
the Samaritan woman at the well,
Mary Magdalene, a woman of the street
Lepers, lame and the destitute
No one seen outcast in Your divine loving eyes
So, who are we to judge them for who they are.

Forgive us Lord for not following Your ways
Help us to love as You do
If we don't love and share what You showed us to do
Our preaching and prayers won't be of any help.
Help us Lord to be real followers of You
And make Your love rule over this earth.