Thursday, 3 May 2018

Finding Jesus

I wanted to contact Jesus
They say life is better with him in it.
I tried to find him in bible study,
But it was like a secret I hadn’t been let in on.
I couldn’t find him in the catholic church,
All their priests were defending themselves in court.
He wasn’t to be found in America
God does not help those who help themselves.
I looked amongst the homeless in Rome
But the Vatican had closed its doors.
I looked amongst the Christians at home
But they were too busy trying to stop people marrying,
Or crying about abortion, with no answers to offer
Except the word of their sweet lord
I tried to find him when I was old,
But I was tied to a chair and sat in my own urine instead,
And then I was dead.

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