Honestly, we judge too much

We judge by feeling rather than touch

Oft the times are withering away

For us to assess our chance to pray

We pray for our wants and our needs

Rather than for ourselves and our enemies

Your romance between self-defiance and creed

Rushes through the city, but without need

Constantly we check the time, strained, drained

Maybe you’ll slow when it starts to rain.

Without God’s help we become humans

And with judging we become stupid

Humans were created for purpose; reason

Nothing without God or a space

We’re all the same, throughout all seasons

So the excuse for judging is beyond all trace