I found Jesus in my kitchen last night
he was there with love, not looking for a fight
I asked him if he would like a tea
he said yes please,then rubbed his holy hands with glee

It's been a long time he said, what have you been up to
I looked at him mournfully and said ask your father
he smiled and held out his hand
I fell to my knees and kissed it

My love of the lamb
his love I understand
he is my love and loss
for his name I fight,  and wear his cross


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris