Let him heal you, renew you.
Do not think of yourselfs better than the other. Do what he asks of you, for the glory is there for the taking.
Narrow is the road that leads to life, if you fail a test. Then do something about it, we sometimes go off And sulk, as my mother would say, get over yourself and grow a pair (balls that is).
I want him to heal my land, I am willing to cultivate, to rid myself of the weeds. To prepare the soil, so the seeds can grow and God can send the rain, for the harvest is mine for the taking and I WILL TAKE WHAT IS MINE.