I think, therefore iambic pentameter

Not as the gentiles: with you the last is first;

with you no Jew nor Greek, no slave nor free,

and even heaven's angels are accurst

if they would preach salvation differently.

For faith, by hearing, enters like a child,

here where the poor and hungry are the blessed,

delighting in the joys of the reviled;

here honor's in the marks of the oppressed.

So not of soaring visions, but the boards,

splintered and broken from the ruined ship

to which you clung—boast; and of the cords

that bound and lashed, the crowning thorns that rip

your flesh, the sword that wounds your side;

boast in Christ's shame, and in his glory hide.