A man, woman, or child with Christ in their heart is like a king, queen, prince, or princess; without Christ, they are a pauper — regardless of earthly status or wealth.

With Christ within the heart, though man be born
In low estate, he wears a crown unseen;
The woman shines as queen, though robes be torn,
The child a prince where royal blood runs clean.
No palace walls, no sceptre forged of gold,
Yet majesty attends their every breath;
In humble clay the King of kings takes hold,
And turns the dust to life that conquers death.

But absent Christ, though wealth and pomp abound,
The soul remains a pauper, starved and bare;
The richest king upon his throne is bound
In rags of spirit, wandering despair.
So let the heart receive its rightful Guest—
Then pauper, prince, and beggar rise as kings.