One day, a girl saw their neighbor,
who kept on grumbling these thoughts:
"I hate lazy, insecure and liar people!
Why do they still even live?"
The girl left her and thought,
"Why is she so angry?"
"She lies, too.
She's even insecure and lazy sometimes."
Then the girl muttered to herself,
"She must hate her self, also."
But the girl felt guilty for saying such,
She then bowed down and prayed, "Forgive us, Lord."
The Lord spoke to her.
"Judge not, and you will not be judged;
condemn not, and you will not be condemned;
forgive, and you will be forgiven."
When People Judge
08/08/14
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