SMH, a phrase on Facebook,
With roving eyes and a condemning look.
It’s being measured and weighed and found for wanting,
Their righteous indignation is the mind’s taunting.
It’s looking at a picture, a status, a quote,
And thinking to oneself, “That life’s a joke.”
Off the internet to the daily surrounds,
How often do our heads shake with that judgmental pound?
Lives picked apart, layers uncovered;
Never really knowing the inner undiscovered.
Never judge a book by its cover is what they say,
But most of the masses don’t see it this way.
Not satisfied until a life is going down,
With burdens so heavy, one begins to drown.
Dealing with turmoil and constant tossing;
Needing to be rescued desperately from the exhausting.
There’s only One who can judge the end of the story;
Who’s read all the pages, and accepts to glory.
Knowing the beginning from the end, and the story throughout,
He works on deliverance; erasing all fear and doubt.
The crowds of shaking heads is not His priority.
The heart bowed before Him takes all seniority.
Shaking heads tears lives apart,
But His grace offers a brand new, fresh start.
James 2:13 “For judgment is without mercy to the one who has shown no mercy. Mercy triumphs over judgment,” (NKJV).