English poem
Charity
by Hanford Lennox Gordon (1836–1920)
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.