So much is distasteful to me All that I find so contrary Much that I judge with disdain As I look quickly down and away My inner truth so trying to bury
In futile effort to distance myself From all I deem that does not fit I have oft pushed wrongly away From an unholy height and distance As on my laurels in judgment sit
As others I see violate my sight I look away from what I see And filter only what I desire Clouding much often from charity From what it really should be
How I thus have distanced myself As those from whom I turn Do not fit my puzzle nor holy view And without looking further to see Am willing to reject and spurn
For as I judge I am truly seen As compared to whom I see Viewed better in my eyes alone Looking from above and not below At whom I am supposed to be
My vision oft is so sadly clouded Filtered by what I want and desire To be seen myself as far above Separating myself from the lower other Viewed to accuse rather than inspire
Oh that my vision was filtered by love And a closer view of the light had I So I could more clearly see myself Oft wrongly judging quickly of others Alas sadly lacking wisdom, I rarely try
Dear Jesus, I so often judge Those who do not think as I And so often pull far away From any effort to try. Help me to see more clearly Beyond the clouds of my pride To be open and better understand That there in whom I judge Before my soul’s mirror, go I