Not from on high, looking down on
Some restless, nameless crowd
But rather standing on level ground
Where all are equal, no one higher
Nor lower than the next,
Jesus, neither richer nor poorer
Than every woman and every man,
Flings like two-edged swords his words
To comfort the afflicted and
Afflict the comfortable.

Turning the world upside down or rather
Turning an upside-down world aright
He names the cursed poor blessed
And the blessed rich accursed
At once shattering the apathy
Of the well-to-do and filling with hope
The despondent dreams of the destitute.
Likewise, he warns us now overfed
That days of hunger will surely come
And all who now yearn to eat their fill
Will have their longing satisfied.

Laughter to tears, tears to joy
Luke hammers home the Gospel truth
That whether we have much or go without
Our situation will always change
By the waves of time and circumstance
That we must rely no longer on our wealth
Status, privilege, station or lack thereof
But rather solely on the One who alone
Forever remains savior to all, and
Recognize in everyone we meet
That there but for the grace of God go I.