there’s a book some of us pray from,
with a message that we stray from,
standing right before our eyes:
Jesus in disguise.
lofty songs, sung on the weekend,
don’t last long once trouble sets in,
but that comes as no surprise
to Jesus in disguise.
Master, when did we see you,
and not clothe you, and not feed you?
if we had known, we would have tried,
if only you had given us a sign,
standing there, in plain sight..
if there’s a hell, it’s just a courtyard,
behind the wall around a safe heart,
we built so tall, it blocks the light,
tell us, when did we see you,
and not help, or even greet you?
how were we supposed to trust?
you did not look or sound like us,
lock the door, who’s left outside?..
in that book some try to follow
you’ll find a truth that’s hard to swallow,
he was right before our eyes,
to Jesus in disguise,
standing there, in plain sight…