Met a man today
Placed him in a bin
Through my judgment cast
Convicted him of sin
Hard now be my gaze
Cold within my heart
Take away his joy
Let him be set apart
A voice within my soul
Word of Spirit true
Rise now pharisee
A hypocrite of view
For so as you judge
So, will you be to
The measure which you measure
Be measured out to you
Falling to my knees
A sinner turns above
Let my heart be as Yours
Filled with only love