Though the faces still followed
One by one, they fell in line
Waiting for my word,
my gospel.
"I am no saint among you!"
I called,
though none did hear.
And though sinners did abound,
My kind one and all,
They raised me up,
I was a king,
and they begged my doctrine.
"I am no more than you,
and you no less than I."
I spoke of humility,
Of equality among us,
My words fell,
There were only deaf ears,
They saw me as a god.
They cherished my words,
My thoughts became law,
I breathed and they heard,
Sinners one and all.
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