Judge not, measure not, br The greatness of a soul; br br By how one looks outside br By how one speaks or acts br By home where they reside br Instead observe how you react br br Should you feel shame for them br or pity should arise, br It’s that your mind is closed, br Heart wearing a disguise br br Crooked faces, crooked smiles br Fool those like you and me br Crooked limbs on crooked forms br Create ill will, poorly we then see br br We must offer love to one another, br For that crooked man you scorn br As God would have it is your brother br Heaven-Sent and Earth-Bornbr br Ray Lucerobr br