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Dec 2015
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.
Mike Hauser
Written by
Mike Hauser  Sunny Florida
(Sunny Florida)   
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