A mature faith beats with a tender heart,
Compassion flows where judgment falls apart.
We do not condemn, though we see the flaw,
For grace, not shame, fulfills the higher law.

Sinners we are, yet saved by boundless love,
Redeemed by grace that pours from heav’n above.
Do we sin to test the mercy we’ve received?
God forbid—such folly leaves us grieved.

Our liberty’s no license to transgress,
Nor cloak to hide our faults in righteousness.
When we look down, or shame another’s name,
False accusations kindle sin’s own flame.

Discern with care, but let your heart be kind,
For all are frail, and all seek grace to find.
Lift up, don’t curse, the weary soul’s disgrace,
For we’re all sinners, saved by boundless grace.