A Judge, one definition says, is "a person who has enough knowledge to give an opinion on the worth of something." Unfortunately some people take on judgeship without meeting the criteria.
Judgmental is defined as: "making jugements about things, especi
Who knows my heart?
Who knows me enough to tear me apart?
Who reads my mind,
Who understands?
Who sees my life in the palms of my hands?
Many have judged,
Many have spoken
Many have lists of all I have broken
Many will whisper
Many will yell,
Many will wish my soul into hell
Judgers must judge,
Haters must hate
Jealousy must never be told to wait
Judgers are angry.
Haters? They fear
Jealousy must never let truth appear
My fate awaits,
My future stalls
My character depends on the judgers' calls
My life depends,
On other's whims
My hope for truth swiftly dims
Judgement and jealousy
Are a dangerous pair,
They plot assasination in their lair
The light of truth,
Must be snuffed
And polluting lies, lit and puffed
When no clean breaths,
Can be taken
And faith in goodness has been shaken
Then judgmental ones,
Will rise with glee
And claim another cruel victory.
Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2008-08-28 at 00:14
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Judgmental is defined as: "making jugements about things, especi
Here Comes The Judge
Who knows me well,Who knows my heart?
Who knows me enough to tear me apart?
Who reads my mind,
Who understands?
Who sees my life in the palms of my hands?
Many have judged,
Many have spoken
Many have lists of all I have broken
Many will whisper
Many will yell,
Many will wish my soul into hell
Judgers must judge,
Haters must hate
Jealousy must never be told to wait
Judgers are angry.
Haters? They fear
Jealousy must never let truth appear
My fate awaits,
My future stalls
My character depends on the judgers' calls
My life depends,
On other's whims
My hope for truth swiftly dims
Judgement and jealousy
Are a dangerous pair,
They plot assasination in their lair
The light of truth,
Must be snuffed
And polluting lies, lit and puffed
When no clean breaths,
Can be taken
And faith in goodness has been shaken
Then judgmental ones,
Will rise with glee
And claim another cruel victory.
Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
Read 499 times
Written on 2008-08-28 at 00:14
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