Poet: Lillian E. Curtis
However hard a person looks,
Hard may have been his lot;
'Tis not for you nor me to tell,
So we will judge him not.
He may be ragged and forlorn,
Stern poverty may be his lot,
And still he may be worthy,
So we will judge him not.
We may soon be neglected and alone,
Hard may be our lot,
Then we should like a smile,
So we will judge him not.
Let's go and speak a kindly word
To cheer his weary lot,
That will be by far the best,
For God has said, "Judge not."
Christian Poems
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
In halls of justice, a solemn creed proclaimed,
Where fairness prevails with every law maintained.
No bias shall color the verdicts we seek,
For justice is righteous, impartial and meek.
Appearances deceive, illusions we see,
Mere veils that conceal truth's inner decree.
Prosperity’s trappings, deceiving the eye,
Hold no sway when justice’s scales defy.
So let us not falter, in judgment refrain,
For true justice knows no facade to sustain.
Poems About Justice
Poet: Unknown
How do we know what hearts have vilest sin?
How do we know?
Many, like sepulchres, are foul within,
Whose outward garb is spotless as the snow,
And many may be pure we think not so.
How near to God the souls of such have been,
What mercy secret penitence may win
How do we know?
How can we tell who sinned more than we?
How can we tell?
We think our brother walked guiltily,
Judging him in self-righteousness. Ah, well!
Perhaps had we been driven through the hell
Of his untold temptations, we might be
Less upright in our daily walk than he
How can we tell?
Dare we condemn the ills that others do?
Dare we condemn?
Their strength is small, their trials not a few,
The tide of wrong is difficult to stem.
And if to us more clearly than to them
Is given knowledge of the great and true,
More do they need our help and pity too
Dare we condemn?
God help us all, and lead us day by day,
God help us all!
We cannot walk alone the perfect way.
Evil allures us, tempts us, and we fall.
We are but human, and our power is small;
Not one of us may boast, and not a day
Rolls o'er our heads but each hath need to say,
God bless us all!
Poems Of Encouragemnet
Poet: Unknown
Who shall judge man from his manner,
Who shall know him by his dress?
Paupers may be fit for palaces,
Princes fit for nothing else.
Crumpled shirt and dirty jacket
May beclothe the golden ore
Of the deepest thoughts and feelings
Satin vest can do no more.
There are streams of crystal nectar
Ever flowing out of stone;
There are purple beds and golden
Hidden, crushed, and overthrown;
God, who counts by souls, not dresses,
Loves and prospers you and me,
While he values thrones the highest
But as pebbles in the sea.
Man upraised above his fellows
Oft forgets his fellows then;
Masters rulers lords, remember
That your meanest kind are men!
Men of labor, men of feeling,
Men of thought and men of fame,
Claiming equal rights to sunshine
In a man's ennobling name.
There are foam- embroidered oceans,
There are little wood-clad rills;
There are feeble inch-high saplings,
There are cedars on the hills.
God, who counts by souls, not stations,
Loves and prospers you and me;
For to him all vague distinctions
Are as pebbles in the sea.
Toiling hands alone are builders
Of a nation's wealth and fame;
Titled laziness is pensioned,
Fed and fattened on the same;
By the sweat of others' foreheads,
Living only to rejoice,
While the poor man's outraged freedom
Vainly lifts its feeble voice.
Truth and justice are eternal,
Born with loveliness and light;
Secret wrongs shall never prosper
While there is a sunny right!
God, whose world-wide voice is singing
Boundless love to you and me,
Sinks oppression, with its titles,
But as pebbles in the sea.
