TELL ME THE STORIES OF JESUS
Tell me the stories of Jesus,
But be aware I know a few too,
And also that He's still here with us
Listening to me and to you.
I don't want to know about someone unreal
Too good for his feet to get dirty,
Unaware of thing that we feel
Unimportant for folks over thirty.
He was a passionate Jew,
Not well loved by the people in power
Nor interested in the rights of the few
Consigned to some ivory tower.
He claimed that ourselves we should heal,
And refused to judge between brothers
Drove out of the Temple those who deal
Profiting from the religion of others.
On the Sabbath He did what was good,
Ate dinner with prostitutes too,
His hands were scarred from working with wood,
And old lives he could fix and make new!
The stories of Jesus, be careful to tell,
Don't forget the Cross or the Tomb
As you do it would really be well,
You remember His Mother's Womb.
Our hope is in all, and it all has a place
To be told with understanding humble,
When together we seek His face,
As through this world we tumble
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