Why do we think, so often,
That we can read people’s hearts
From who they seem to be?
A typical ‘lad’
With bravado and swagger,
Acts like God’s gift to the laydeez of the town,
Downs shots in the club till oblivion claims him
To cover his broken heart
to escape the pain of not being
who she wanted him to be
and to run away
yes, the one ‘dressed like a hooker’
she’s looking for love, you know
though it might not look like it.
She rifles through men like dresses in a closet
and not one of them fits
not one of them flatters or is kind
and so her little-girl fantasies die
one painful dream-death after another.
That lonely tramp sitting on the park bench
muttering to himself,
no-one knows what he’s been through,
why he’s clutching a broken dead rose
as though it is a lifeline.
Everyone avoids him, with mingled pity and scorn
truth be told
so do I
because, it is true,
I make these kinds of judgements about people
the most judgemental person I know
is me, myself, and I.
So it is as much to myself as to you I speak
when I say
we have no right
to judge them.
Judgement, you might think,
is an outworn word,
not a 21st century phrase
we don’t ‘judge’, we ‘tolerate’.
then why do people like me
still think and speak
Is’t not true that
our opinions are formed merely on what we see,
and we do not understand the deepest levels
even of our friends?
Only One in this universe
knows the depths of a person’s heart,
can see to the very centre of things
and we are blind, deaf and dumb
where He picks up on
the tiniest butterfly-wing stirring
within each soul.
because He sees my shame
my worst thoughts, and my
most evil deeds
Believe you me, there is a lot of that to be seen…
He loves me so crazily
that He’d die for me.
There is no greater, wider, deeper, higher love
than that of Him who dies for His enemies
to make them His friends.
King of hearts, so humble me
to know that I am no heart-reader,
I cannot even begin to try.
King of hearts, bring me to my knees
in awe of Your love
so beautiful and free
and break my judgemental heart in two
so that broken, this vessel,
So much more of You.