Look into your eye, do you see that sty
As I have seen it many times before
Though you said it was not there,  
But in your mirror you still stare, 
So once again that sty you ignore.
When you are walking, and of course talking
About every person in your life
Tell me do you ever see it, 
And from the discomfort do you feel it
That sty that’s in your eye.

What do you see, and what do you believe
When someone has it worse that you
Do you point out their imperfection
And say that they need a correction
Tell me what do you think and do.
You always judge, and hold onto a grudge
And live it with unhappiness and a lie
As though your not happy with your life
So you ridicule others with strife
So you forget about the sty thats in your eye.

You falsely accuse, and you use and abuse
With a glimmer and a joke and a smile
You point out another persons fault
And that persecution from you will not halt
As you do it with anger and hate and vile.
You’ve seen the mistakes, that others makes
And you’ll remember them till the day you die
But until the moment from life you leave
Other persons failings you will always see
Wished you could see the sty in your own eye.

Randy L. McClave