We drew a vertical line
And called one end holy
We did not leave the mountain
We turned the map upside down
High wore gold
Low wore ashes
Both kept one eye on the scale
One built a throne from being noticed
One built a throne from looking frail
We learned to kneel above each other
To bow and still compare
The ladder changed direction
The ladder was still there
What do we have that we did not receive?
What gift can make us more?
Sober eyes do not need a ladder
They see what grace is for
The axis is wrong
Grace does not rank the dust
No rung beneath another heart
No height that makes us just
The ground is not a grade
The ground is where we're met
When all the scales fall from our hands
There's nothing left to hide
We made a virtue out of vanishing
And checked who saw us there
We wore our absence like a medal
And called the weight a prayer
But He knows the frame beneath the posture
He remembers we are dust
The breath was gift before achievement
The ground was given first
What do we have that we did not receive?
What loss can make us pure?
Truth does not make the creature smaller
It makes the footing sure
The axis is wrong
Grace does not rank the dust
No rung beneath another heart
No height that makes us just
The ground is not a grade
The ground is where we're met
When all the scales fall from our hands
There's nothing left to hide
Low is still a height
When low is how we measure
A valley becomes another throne
When being seen there is the treasure
Break the ruler at the floor
Let every number fall
The breath that raised us from the dust
Was gift before it all
The axis is wrong
Grace does not rank the dust
No rung beneath another heart
No height that made us just
The ground is not a grade
The ground is where we're met
Now all the scales are out of our hands
There is nothing left to hide
Set down the scale
Let the face be seen
Nothing earned by hiding
Nothing healed by display
No lower mask
No higher claim
The cloth can come away now
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