Little Jack Horner sat in his corner eating his pie.

He'd suck in his thumb and he pulled out a bum and he said, what a good boy am I?

Was he a good boy?

He didn't earn it, it was never the taking.

Was he a good boy?

He got the prize to free.

A little shepherd boy sat out in the field standing his sheep.

A picked up a rock, knocked the giant down and then became a mighty king.

Was he a good boy?

He didn't earn it, it was part of the plan.

Was he a good boy?

He got a crown of gold, but I've got more than I deserve and I can't lose.

We're saved by grace and not by what I've done.

Which master are you gonna serve when you have to choose?

None of us is good enough on our own.

And there's a trap that comes with being a good boy.

You think you're earning a ticket to heaven.

But God didn't set it up that way.

His love is a free gift that we cannot earn.

Or earn.

Big rich man likes his money and his land, thinks he's got it made.

Time to settle down, put his own game down and consider eternity.

This is a good time, no need to earn it cause it's part of the plan.

This is a good time, what is he waiting for?

I've got more than I deserve and I can't lose.

I say black race and I'll battle what I've got.

But which master are you gonna serve when you have to choose?

None of us is good enough for all of them.