See That Pharisee

Seest thou that Pharisee, Going up to prayer, Telling God his pedigree With a lordly air ? Hear him mutter, with a sneer, "Publican, come not thou near." Seest thou that Pharisee, On the Jericho road ; Wounded man he failed to see, As he upward strode ; Temple service could not wait On he went at auto gait. Seest thou that Pharisee, In his long-tailed coat, Peering in his neighbor's eye, Looking for a mote ? Would it not far wiser seem To remove his own big beam ? Seest thou that Pharisee, Boastful, vain and proud He is far too good to be Mingling with the crowd What to him Is infidel, Or a sinning damosel ? Seest thou that Pharisee, In his white cravat, On his big, round salary, Growing sleek and fat ? With his stylish hat and cloak, What cares he for us poor folk ? Poor, deluded Pharisee, See the Saviour meek, Sinners vile beyond degree, In His mercy seek. Pharisee, just stand and wait, While these pass the pearly gate. __J. M. Cavaness.