By : Michelle McClymont

She is a mother of six children
They all have different fathers
She is a dancer without a direct future
They look at her in shame and condemnation
But the voice comes back, who are you to judge


He is a thief, a liar and a cheat
He cons people for a living
And goes from street to street
He changes his identify each time
And that makes him a wanted prisoner of crime
But who are you to judge

He looked at him, like a dirty old rag
A beggar on the street, smelly and torn
We pass him and trun up our nose
And cry out “ Go and work you lazy “brute”
No one knows why he is there, How are you to judge

We sometime feel alone, walking through a lonely desert
We run to our friends for help but no one wants to hear
They reject me because I failed But only God listens to my inner pain.
And again who are you to judge

O mother, liar, thief and beggar on the street
There is a man that died for you and me
He will not reject us because you’re poor, a beggar or a thief robbing the store
I have got the ultimate news
That Jesus has come to save all of you
He will wrap you and take you in his arms
And will then support you on Life’s Path