In my earthly temple there’s a crowd.
There is one of us that’s humble, one that’s proud.
There’s one who’s brokenhearted for his sins.
There’s one who unrepentant sits and grins.
There’s one who loves his neighbor as himself.
And one who cares for naught but fame and self.
From such perplexing care I would be free,
If I could once determine which is me.