Jesus
told us, momma
© 1971 by Jim Andris
Momma, I am leaning
Towards the search for meaning;
Jesus told us, momma:
Seek and ye shall find.
Poppa, come and get me.
Get your God and have Him hit me;
Turn Him loose upon
The misery in my mind.
You say that god is a just god,
That He strikes with a just rod.
Well, God! That is just sod on the graves
Of all those who've died as Your slaves.
You say I am looking
For a self-righteous rooking?
Jesus, told us, baby:
Speak of just the truth.
Preacher, come and show me,
Show your god how to know me,
And don't forget that
You have made his son uncouth.
You say that I am a free man—
I search with a free plan,
Yet you say I am a freak,
And I just reak
Of the stench of the dead who were weak.
Sister, I am searching
For a self-imposed besmirching.
Jesus told us, sister:
The meek shall inherit the earth.
Brother, come and help me;
With your answers you will whelp me,
And with my questions
I will prove my worth.
Questions like:
Should you love one another?
Is each man your brother?
And was it said by your god up above
That love is worth nothing if you don't believe,
That truth is worth nothing with doubt up its sleeve,
That friendship is worthless when courted by thieves,
And duty is better than what it relieves?
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