Here’s to all the Jesuses
Too lost in thought to preach –
Pinned down by machine-gun fire
On some “strategic” beach.
Those sweet and noble Jesuses
In a psychiatric cell,
Who don’t upset the Pharisees,
Which, perhaps, is just as well.
And all those gentle Jesuses
Too stressed to bear their cross,
Due to working round the clock
For some autocratic boss.
Although you don’t work miracles
Or know the master plan,
You’re every bit a child of God
As was the Son of Man.
So rest assured that who you are
Is who you’re meant to be;
You’re peace and love and Life itself.
Just take a look and see.
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