'Uncharitable' Poem by Linda Winchell

Some tend to find the bad in everything,
That another says or does,
Not looking for any of the good they do,
Just complaining… just because.

Just because there are them that will listen,
And play right into their hands,
Uncharitable offending words consumed,
This seems to be the sins of an uncharitable man.

Finding fault in almost everything,
Those things which for them don’t comply,
And even if they did somewhat agree…they’d find a reason to deny.

Pulling the mote from within their brothers’ eye,
Yet sets a beam within their own,
Hypocrites only seeing the negative,
Of which they themselves have sinfully grown.

For with what judgment you shall judge,
So shall you come to be judged,
God sees all of your uncharitable negative ways,
For which He might give your conscious His gentles of nudge.

By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2010