Before I can speak of you
will you hand me your shoes?
All the roads you have traveled
have affected your views.

How can I pass judgment
without your aches and pains,
know how you've weathered life's
storms--
thundering, drenching rains?

Before I make mistakes,
have to know where you've been.
What brought you laughter and tears?
What do you seek in friends?

I've walked a mile in your shoes;
you've walked a mile in mine.
We'd be better off strangers
than as friends torn, unkind.

I'm not worthy to speak, judge.
He, alone, has power.
Let's be friends now, forever . . .
let love thrive hour by hour.

I'm not worthy to judge.