Flies to the honey
Down on your knees
We see the filth
O
He said he was clean.
Washed his robes in another man's blood...
Look at him now, not much better than scum..
Flies to the honey
The trap draws them in
To give false witness is a punishable sin.
The robe remains clean
The honey don't stick
And all of those flies
Go into the pit.
So judge not brother
And don't tell any lies
And when you are perfect, come, pull the beam from my eyes.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Too many perfect people out there.
Well, at least the ones who put their arm round you.
God knows.
Loved this one. The message is a favorite of mine for you can not know a man unless you have walked in his shoes. None of us walk in another's shoes and can not know what he undergoes, thinks or feels. Judge not is a Jewish and Christian belief by scripture yet so few follow their beliefs. A fave
Thank you, from the heart.
My pleasure
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