Sam claimed he was a Christian,
I believed his claim was true;
But I just couldn’t tolerate
The things that he would do.

I told him he was wrong,
But, of course, he didn’t agree;
He was obviously a babe in Christ
And not mature like me.

As I pondered late one night,
How we weren’t of one accord;
I fell asleep and dreamed,
I was standing before the Lord.

I asked the Lord to show me
Everywhere that Sam was wrong;
The Lord showed me a list,
And the list was very long.

I said, "Lord, I tried to tell him,
But he just wouldn’t quit."
Then the Lord revealed another list
That had my name on it.

Recorded were all my sins,
Line after line,
My sins were as many as Sam’s
Though they were different kinds.

Realizing our sins were different,
Yet, sin just the same,
I fell down on my knees
and bowed my head in shame.

"Lord, forgive me!" I said,
As I began to sob;
Jesus whispered, "But on the back,
Are the things you’re guilty of."

Jesus turned each list over,
Covering all that we had done,
In His blood we shared the verdict...
"Guilty of None."

So, when judging another brother,
Don't be condescending, my friend;
The moment you feel more righteous,
Is the moment that you'll sin.

"Blessed are those whose lawless deeds have
been forgiven, And whose sins have been
covered. Blessed is the man whose sin the
Lord will not take into account."
 Romans 4:7-8 (NASB)

©2000 A. Mitchell Moore, Jr.