I have no stones to cast, I am not without sin,
Nor so free of error, that my stones could be thrown, 
My, “house of glass,” is glazed with panes so thin,
The slightest pebble of hypocrisy would leave my windows, “Blown,”
And each of my mistakes, when counted on the ledger,
Would fill so many pages that the book would need re-writ, 
And every line and letter, acts as mindful measure, 
Of the lessons that I learned and wrote down within it,
So I have no stones to cast, for they are mine to carry, 
Each a heavy burden that I must bear alone, 
And I’ll be ever grateful for the lessons they have taught me, 
‘Cos the only stone that matters, is the stone that you own.