TITLE: Hum V Jesus
By Lesley-Anne Evans
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Your Hum V Jesus donít cut it with me.
Your diamond encrusted prayer books,
pious acts and sideways looks donít touch my pain.
The demon in me plays addictions winning game.
And while you dine with your lunch bunch,
sip chardonnay and talk about warm beach holidays,
I sit inside the bus stop, waiting for the rain to stop,
dying for my next hit, and feeling like a piece of shit.
So when I show up, you gonna grow up,
walk up, cough up some loose change
and be Jesus in a real way? Let me eat and drink today?
Or will you just drive by while Iím contemplating suicide?
Ďcause Jesus was a walking man.
Jesus walked and talked and sat down
by the side of the road, in the ditch. Jesus wasnít rich.
Jesus handed out life and bread and fish.
And thatís the Jesus that I gotta know,
so let me say it again real slow;
Your good intentions arenít worth much.
Donít pass by. Stop. Tell me how to be free,
Ďcause Iím a lost cause without Jesus in me.
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