Neither Do I Condemn Thee

People passing judgment
Not pausing to understand
Scorning truth and mercy
The Master writes in the sand

Don’t dwell on those emotions
Those songs are dragging you down
That music is from the devil
The Master writes on the ground

The church has rules against that
There in the discipline found
It says to put under censor
The Master writes on the ground

Finally the Master in patience
Looks up and says with a frown
“Let the one who is perfect condemn”
He stoops and writes on the ground

One by one the accusers convicted
Slip away, till none can be found
Still so endlessly patient
The Master writes on the ground

When all have left in silence
The Master stands with a smile
Neither do I condemn thee
Go in peace my child.

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