My Courtroom


In life, you're judged by everyone,
for every little thing:
the clothes you wear,
the time you spare, and your fear
Some people don't care.
Others base their life on judgments;
but in my trial, there's no judge or jury,
no fancy place to conclude
Just rookies with amateurs,
and their nonsense thoughts-
going on and on.
But none of them know
or realize those thoughts
Leading to put-downs make us strong.
My God is the only One Who can judge me,
because He's walking with me in this journey-
my own-even if I am alone.
Throw words or throw stone,
judge me until the day of your gloom;
because even though you judge my life,
God is the only jury that can judge me in my presence.

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