If I were you and you were I,
which one would gain the most?
To each, no dobut, some things we prize
would sadly then be lost.
I’m sure that you have qualities
which I might well adopt;
and I have habits, I’ll admit,
which really should be dropped.
By such an exchange, we’d assume
all traits—both good and bad;
would one of us come out ahead,
the other, sad or mad?
Our friends just see what seems to be,
whene’er we chance to meet;
we place our best foot forward so
they’ll think we’re really neat.
Just empty speculation, which
I thought could never be;
for there’s no human being who
would care to trade with me.
But then I was reminded of
a man who did one day!
Gave up His life, assuming mine
and bore my guilt away.
How could this God-Man, virgin born,
such grace on me bestow?
It isn’t mine to question,
but to believe and know!
fpn/1986
Picture: Undercover Boss, accessed June 25, 2017
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