Those people...

Continuing on this serious rant of mine, these are the lyrics to Brave Saint Saturn's under bridges.




Yesterday while walking,
Beneath an overpass,
I saw the figure of Jesus,
Standing barefoot on broken glass.
His beard was graying,
The smell of urine filled the air,
Asking if I had some change,
Anything that I could spare.
Emaciated,
His shaking fists balled up,
Influenza and pneumonia,
Begging God to take his cup.
So different from the pictures,
Breathing air through yellowed tubes,
Jesus Christ, dying of AIDS,
can look right through you.

And all have hated,
Crucified and walked away.
The Savior of the prostitutes,
Drunkards, rapists and the gays.

We have a mesasge to send to you:
In the Beginning God created the heaven and the earth.

Under bridges,
With hands raised,
From the ghettos they praise his name.
Broke and crippled in the dark of night,
Raise your voices to Jesus Christ,
Hallelujah.

He did not have to, I am so thankful that He did.