I cannot judge a book by its cover,
Well, I can, yes, but such is my loss...
And I can't judge the worth of another,
By a coin I might casually toss.
Conclusions I jump to, at random,
Are seldom, if ever, correct.
I can't know the pain of a brother,
If I never relate or connect.
I can't judge a gift by it's wrapper
Nor judge an event on the spot.
What appears to be good may deceive me
Where disaster, very often, is not.
Let me not be found guilty of judging.
Let my heart always hasten to see
The truth that so often is hidden
Beyond my own shallow decree.
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