All flesh and blood is equal
In the eyes of its Creator
There is no person lesser
Nor is anybody greater
The filament by which we’re formed
From Adam has not varied
Dust we are; to dust returned
As lifeless shrouds are buried
And if all flesh is equal then
Does it not thus behoove us
To love fully our fellowmen
Before Time’s Hand removes us
Dust we are; to dust returned
A humble proclamation
Befitting us for but one thing
Love, without reservation
© Janet Martin
For through the grace given to me I say to everyone among you not to think more highly of himself than he ought to think; but to think so as to have sound judgment, as God has allotted to each a measure of faith. Romans 12:3 NAS
Let nothing be done through strife or vainglory; but in lowliness of mind let each esteem other better than themselves. Phil. 2:3 KJV
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