Don’t look at yourself; look at your Sacrifice. God don’t look at you; He looks at your Sacrifice which is Christ. Don’t look at yourself. I’m not worthy; you’re not worthy; nobody’s worthy; but He is the One. I’m not counting on what I’ve done, what I am, or I—I’d never make it. But I’m looking to what He done. There’s where I’m trusting: What He done. He’s my Sacrifice. I’m not worthy of healing. No, sir. Lord, I ought to have died long ago, ought never even been born. But I live; I got Eternal Life; I’m going to Heaven. Why? Because He done it for me. He was the One. He took my place. I was knock-kneed, cross-eyed in every kind of a condition, but He took my place. Spiritually speaking, I was all twisted up, and all messed up; but He took my place; so He makes me a perfect son of God, a perfect daughter of God. His sacrifice did it, not mine. I had nothing to do with it. I was borned all out of shape anyhow. But I—I don’t trust in what I done. I trust in what He done (See?), what He was, that’s what it was.