Be like Jesus.
Folks love to say.
He got upset and maybe a light attitude too.

He was human in the flesh.
Some will say that's no so.
Really, how we know?

Surrounded by disciples constantly asking questions.
Folks, with confessions.
Even church leaders go off on congregation members from the pulpit.

Be like Christ.
Or what would Jesus do?
Really, how do we know?

He went places that these good church saints presently refuse to go.

Mention, a certain community, and excuses come like a police plea

So really?
How do we know Jesus didn't get upset?
Scriptures point out God got upset with us humans.

A lost soul went to visit a church.
And came away from the experiences sad and depress.
What should have been a happy occasion?
Turn out for them a sad situation.

In the house of love.
They thought they were in the house of judgment.
In the house of joy.
They found stares and whispers and various opinions.

In the house of saints.
They felt this house's purpose was fake.
They found more sinners dressed up in the clothing of pretense.
Talking about the sinners seeking to be saved.

In the house of the Word.
The visitor wasn't sure they would return again.

Then they thought about it.
They remember one scripture that stood out.
Read to show yourself approved.

Judge not, so you be not judged.
The message of salvation they adapted to.
In the House of God pretends that there is only you.

In you, I see my blessings.
In life, I know my blessings.
In the scriptures, I read my blessings.

When many question your existence of reality?
I don't because you brought so many blessings to me.

It's not about wealth.
But I would accept it.
It's not about envy.
Keep that completely far from me.

When many profess their love toward you and don't show it?
They just pretend to impress others of non-importance.

In love, existence my blessings.
In hope, existence my blessings.
In your power stands all my blessings.

Even without?
When others have more?
In you, I totally see ALL my blessings.

To you.
To me.
To us.
We can only be one.

From me.
From you.
From us.
We can only build upon love.

Like the flowers that grow ours has.
And like the grass that turns green in spring.
We mirror the scenery.

In us.
In you.
In me.
Exist truth and reality.
I guess we were meant to be one.

I see you in my sleep.
I hear you in my sleep.
And you're nowhere near.

I wake up with you on my mind.
I dream of you all the time.
And this suits me fine.

I speak of you.
I talk about you.
And you're nowhere near.

But if you were here?
I will be silent in professing my love for you.

Sometimes, I confess it.
Sometimes I'm just quiet about it.
Then again I just got to shout it.

Sometimes, I'm mistaken.
Sometimes, I'm sure.
Then again I'm simply out to prove it.

Sometimes, I speak it.
Sometimes, I'm silent.
Then again I just stare.
You know how much I care?

Well, sometimes.

I seen a clown looking sad and teardrop falling down his face.
I seen a clown looking low and it hurt me so.

And in his eyes, you can see so much hurt inside.
And as time went by it because clear to me.
Just who that clown was?
Yes, who it must be?

Yes, it came very clear to me that behind that makeup that clown(sad clown) was me.

Sad, sad clown.
Sad, sad clown.
With a hurt frown was me.

Yes, sad, sad frown upon a sad clown