But Who Am I To Judge



So what is right and what is wrong...

What if it’s wrong for me but right for you...

Who am I to decide how you should behave...

Whose to dictate what we both should do...


There are different roads to everywhere...

Different ways to skin the cat...

Different opinions on the best color...

Should we reuse grandma’s bacon fat...


Why is race a barometer for anything...

Who cares what gender you claim to be...

Who am I to judge your world’s truth...

There’s plenty of room for both you and me...


There are different roads to everywhere...

Different ways to skin the cat...

Different opinions about the best color...

Should we reuse grandma’s bacon fat...


Does the classic view of morality...

Mean we all have to agree together...

What if we all agreed with each other...

Would that make our world any better... 


We are all equal in the eyes of Our Father...

And if you want to call him Your Mother, you can...

Who am I to judge your beliefs...

Who the heck knows how it all began...


© 2021 Jeffrey Pipes Guice

#WhoamItojudge #religion #race #God #Ourheavenlyfather #gender #skinthecat #bacongrease #baconfat

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