Album: So Far From Home
Yesterday while walking,
Beneath an overpass,
I saw the figure of Jesus,
Standing barefoot on broken glass
His beard was graying,
The smell of urine filled the air,
Asking if I had some change,
Anything that I could spare
Emaciated,
His shaking fists balled up,
Influenza and pneumonia,
Begging God to take his cup
So different from his pictures,
Breathing air through yellowed tubes,
Jesus Christ, dying of AIDS,
Can look right through you
And all have hated,
Crucified and walked away,
The Savior of the prostitutes,
Drunkards, rapists, and the gays
Under bridges,
With hands raised,
From the ghettos they praise his name
Broke and crippled in the dark of night,
Raise your voices to Jesus Christ,
Hallelujah