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