No Mighty Jesus
Sometimes I want to take my smile
And bury it deep down to the ground
To keep it there in perpetuity, or until
One anyway really wants it to be found
One that is not all that all above or that hoity-toity
To take the bloody ole spade and dig it the heck out
Who isn't afraid of some darkness of circumstance
Not too pussy, not too wussy and not to proud
Sometimes I want to take all of those tears
And wet the earth to make some new life grow
Some mellifluous, charming and convincing flower
For all the ones that and what I love to better know
Better know that it is in posse to really reckon on me
As vast and multitudinous it may ever though appear
That there is goodness and there is a lot of capacity
Pretty great and sublime stuff behind all the fear
I just want to be understood and all appreciated
Don't want to do any harm hardly ever, at all
And even though I'm no "mighty" Jesus
I have my reasons as well as my call
My call to make the world a better place
My duty to support and help the misunderstood
My vision to make a change however tiny it may be
To die knowing that I didn't corrupted myself as I could
I may not be that perfect
I may not be all that I am
I may not be great fitting
Though, I am and I can
I can suffuse extraordinary dreams
I can surprise whoever else and myself
I am an quite open and not read book
Too good to get dusty on the shelf
So maybe help me you "mighty" Jesus
If you are ..., too, don't be shy and get in
Make things right and make things happen
Make blood thick again, not watery, not thin
HC_Behrens
October 15, 2016
[10:30 hrs]
