If we could see each other through God’s eyes,
Where every soul’s a spark of light divine,
No flaw too deep, no failing to despise,
But love that threads through every fault’s design.

The beggar’s rags would glow with hidden grace,
The proudest heart reveal its tender ache,
Each face a mirror of the sacred place,
Where mercy flows for every soul’s own sake.

What wars would cease, what bitterness would fade,
If pride gave way to vision so profound?
No mask could hold, no sin could cast a shade,
When all our worth in holy sight is found.

So let us strive to see as God might see,
A world reborn in boundless charity.

Amid the heart where grace should softly bloom,
Pride swells instead, a graceless, thorny vine,
A critic’s tongue, too eager to consume,
Devours sweet peace with bitterness divine.
No humble seed takes root in stony ground,
Where judgment reigns and mercy finds no place,
The soul, once light, by arrogance is bound,
Its mirror shows a cold, unyielding face.
Each word, a barb; each glance, a sharpened blade,
To wound the weak, to mock what’s pure and true,
Yet in this scorn, a hollow price is paid—
A life estranged from love it never knew.
Oh, spirit harsh, beware thy prideful fall,
For grace withheld returns no grace at all.