I wonder where the notion gets it's birth
That we can lift ourselves by tearing down
That somehow we increase inherent worth
By knocking off the other fellow's crown.
There is enough of actual fault within
My own imperfect life, filled to the brim
It keeps me busy weeding out my sin
My neighbour's faults I'll have to leave to him.
And ceasing to find fault with all my friends
Should give me time to see them as I should
Then both of us can better make amends
With focus not of fault, but on the good.
I doubt that by my ceasing to find fault
I'll somehow slow their progress to exalt.
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