Who thinks himself less errs
Being only as bad as others.
Who thinks himself better blunders
Above neither sisters, nor brothers.

Who thinks he will never be
Plucked plump-ripe-luscious from life’s tree
Is thinking like a bumblebee
Whose face is stuck for hours
In four hundred different flowers.

Who’s less,
look to Christ and rise.
Who’s high,
Behold the humble Lamb.

Who would think rightly
Look to Jesus
To behold the fullest truth,
And deem thyself more lightly.

You are not less than others
Or more -
And here’s the truth
At your front door…

You are loved and blessed,
Favored and treasured still
By Christ who saves and lives,
As much as any other one
Could ever be, or ever will.

Whacha gonna do with that, my friend?
You can take it to your heart, ‘n’ don’t pretend.
And keep it right there till the very end.
Yes, keep it right there till the very end.