Judgment Day

Speaking doesn’t deem us right

Or make others think our way

Judgments that walk softly at night

Come crashing in the light of day

 

Preconceived ideas often taint

Where eyes and thoughts meet

Skewing the colors of paint

Rendering the portrait incomplete

 

In the end time may tell

But doesn’t recoup the loss between

And even if all ends well

Does one ever again feel clean?

 

They say that what we reap

Will be what we have sown

So hold in your heart to keep

A mighty love to be grown

 

Be careful not to snap

The criticism whip of more

Or you may hear the tap

Of judgment at your door

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