My American Jesus
Is here to pour blessings on me
As I walk around the land of the free
As I lay me down to sleep
How can we not be his favorite
Look at how we're possession dressed
More than any other
Hands above the rest
My American Jesus
Comes wrapped in a little box
That I pull out from time to time
As an after thought
Can't help but be happy that
I'm not like the rest of them
Just please don't try and convict me
Of my many mortal sins
My American Jesus
I really don't care to share
To me he's way to personable
To let go just anywhere
I know there's stories about him
In the Bible I could find
And one day I may check it out
But at this moment I don't have the time
My American Jesus
I'm sure is Republican
No way would he vote Democrat
For that would be a sin
So lift your hands and praise his name
Help put him back into the grave
To pull him out on rainy days
My American Jesus
Heavy on the sarcasm...or is it.