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 away from view,
And 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 blows
That caused his fall, or felt the same
As only the fallen know.
You may be strong, but still the blows
That were his, if dealt to you
In the selfsame way at the selfsame time,
Might cause you to stagger, too.
Don't be too harsh with the man who sins,
Or pelt him with words or stone,
Unless you are sure, yes, doubly sure,
That you have no sins of your own.
For you know perhaps if the tempter's voice
Should whisper as soft to you
As he did to him when he went astray,
'Twould cause you to falter, too.