I have found a mote, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

I have found a mote

I have found a mote in my brothers' eyes,

So I planned to take out,

Yet before I could execute the plan,

A bark in my eyes was found.

How hypocritical are our efforts,

To point out theirs wrong,

For I too have carried

My bark since long.

Do I have the right,

To tell you are wrong,

When I too have carried,

My bark since long.

I point at you with two fingers,

Three fingers point at me,

I am wrong to call you heartless,

For, in fact, that is me.

Oh God, I pray for forgiveness,

Oh God for repentance I plead,

In place of judging others,

A thorough cleansing I need.

Thy blood can cleanse even crimson,

Let it cleans my manifold sins,

Thy crimson red is sufficient,

For all the human sins.

Note- thy crimson red means

blood of Jesus spoke that cleanses us.

1992