Don't Find Fault -- copied

Pray don’t find fault with the man who limps

Or stumbles along the road,

Unless you have worn the shoes he wears

Or struggled beneath his load.

There may be tacks in his shoes that hurt,

Though hidden way from view,

Or the burden he bears, placed on your back,

Might cause you to stumble, too.

Don’t sneer at the man who’s down today,

Unless you have felt the blow

That caused his fall, or felt the same

That only the fallen can know.

You may be strong, but still the blows

That were his, if dealt to you

In the self-same way the self-same time,

Might cause you to stagger, too.

Don’t be too harsh with the man who sins

Or pelt him with words or stones,

Unless you are sure, yea, doubly sure,

That you have no sins of your own.

For you know perhaps, if the tempter’s voice

Could whisper as soft to you

As it did to him when he went astray,

T’would cause you to falter, too.

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