While doing my laundry with dish soap
surrounded by sticky tape littered in flies
I wonder if Jesus walked a mile in my shoes
What he would react like?
Would he smile & wave
& hold back his tears
Would he scrub out all of the blood stains
Or would he just throw it all away
Would he take down all of these flags
& put up Anarchy ones instead?
Would he DM a girl?
Would he accept the world?
For what it really is,
Or try & make it new?
Would he make the correlation
That we walk on soil filled with sin
That was broken down from the core
Of the forbidden fruit?
Nothing is nice
My life isn’t okay.
Would Jesus keep on pushing or,
Resurrect my sister & take her place?
That’s a trade that I’d be willing to take;
While knowing that I’ll own up to these words
One day.
Pete McIntire
1/3.5
@RedLightWriting
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 11:08 AM UTC
While doing my laundry with dish soap
surrounded by sticky tape littered in flies
I wonder if Jesus walked a mile in my shoes
What he would react like?
Would he smile & wave
& hold back his tears
Would he scrub out all of the blood stains
Or would he just throw it all away
Would he take down all of these flags
& put up Anarchy ones instead?
Would he DM a girl?
Would he accept the world?
For what it really is,
Or try & make it new?
Would he make the correlation
That we walk on soil filled with sin
That was broken down from the core
Of the forbidden fruit?
Nothing is nice
My life isn’t okay.
Would Jesus keep on pushing or,
Resurrect my sister & take her place?
That’s a trade that I’d be willing to take;
While knowing that I’ll own up to these words
One day.
Pete McIntire
1/3.5
@RedLightWriting
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