klabarron
03-03-2004, 07:43 PM
I Saw Jesus Today…
He smelled of month old urine
sat on a corner, crying from a beleaguered soul.
He asked of me for 50 cents to get a meal
and I looked ahead and walked by.
He simply kept his seat.
I Saw Jesus Today…
Strolling the strip in pink hot pants and red stilettos
seeking men for a paid, pimp thrill
not really wanting to be where she was
but seeing no way out as I purchased her.
I Saw Jesus Today…
Shouting to the tops of his voice
trying to bring sinners and wayward saints home
with an unintelligible messages
but a 5 x 9 sign clearing warning men of hell
and I kept my pace past Him.
I saw Him again…
Stumbling in a stupor, sad look upon His face
trying to drown his past in this bottled darkness
while His future slipped away in that bottle
from the reality that He had done great wrongs and lost hope
and only drunkenness could bring his stormy soul calm
I just looked at Him.
He showed up again…
in the milk carton enamored faces
of young missing babies
and I sat to a breakfast of champions
and didn’t whisper a word of prayer.
I filled my gut in spite of Him.
I Saw Jesus Today…
as he strolled the highways
stripped in black and white
and bound in a life of crime
behind bars doing time
and I never took a minute to visit Him.
I Saw Jesus Today…
as I stood with hosts of heaven
expecting my golden crown
as I bowed down
but he never saw me
for I failed to really see Him.
He smelled of month old urine
sat on a corner, crying from a beleaguered soul.
He asked of me for 50 cents to get a meal
and I looked ahead and walked by.
He simply kept his seat.
I Saw Jesus Today…
Strolling the strip in pink hot pants and red stilettos
seeking men for a paid, pimp thrill
not really wanting to be where she was
but seeing no way out as I purchased her.
I Saw Jesus Today…
Shouting to the tops of his voice
trying to bring sinners and wayward saints home
with an unintelligible messages
but a 5 x 9 sign clearing warning men of hell
and I kept my pace past Him.
I saw Him again…
Stumbling in a stupor, sad look upon His face
trying to drown his past in this bottled darkness
while His future slipped away in that bottle
from the reality that He had done great wrongs and lost hope
and only drunkenness could bring his stormy soul calm
I just looked at Him.
He showed up again…
in the milk carton enamored faces
of young missing babies
and I sat to a breakfast of champions
and didn’t whisper a word of prayer.
I filled my gut in spite of Him.
I Saw Jesus Today…
as he strolled the highways
stripped in black and white
and bound in a life of crime
behind bars doing time
and I never took a minute to visit Him.
I Saw Jesus Today…
as I stood with hosts of heaven
expecting my golden crown
as I bowed down
but he never saw me
for I failed to really see Him.