Frail are the best of us, brothers —
God's charity cover us all —
Yet we ask for perfection in others,
And scoff when they stumble and fall.
Shall we give him a fish — or a serpent —
Who stretches his hand in his need?
Let the proud give a stone, but the manly
Will give him a hand full of bread.
Let us search our own hearts and behavior
Ere we cast at a brother a stone,
And remember the words of the Savior
To the frail and unfortunate one;
Remember when others displease us
The Nazarene's holy command,
For the only word written by Jesus
Was charity — writ in the sand.