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.