Jesus, Take the Aux

Pulled up late to Sunday

Still chewing drive-thru fries

Pastor’s preaching fire

I’m scrolling highlights, checking likes

Then my phone starts blasting

That playlist from last night

And every saint in section three

Turns and gives me side-eye

(Jesus, take the aux)

You pick the song, I’m lost

‘Cause every time I DJ life

I end up paying cost

(Jesus, take the aux)

My taste is kinda sus

Turn my chaos down

Turn Your good stuff up

Tried to run my schedule

Color-coded, every block

Got my “quiet time” at 7

Then I hit the snooze o’clock

I’m late to love my neighbor

But I binge a whole new show

Got a Bible on my dashboard

Under three receipts and gum, oh no

(Jesus, take the aux)

You pick the track, I’m lost

I’ve been vibing to my ego

Like it’s sitting at the top

(Jesus, take the aux)

Fade out my humblebrags

Make my playlist less “it’s all me”

More grace in every tag

I said “Lord, use me”

He said “Cool, start the dishes”

I said “Maybe later?”

He said “You’re busy… with memes and wishes?”

I got “WWJD”

On a bracelet for the show

He said “How ‘bout you just text that friend

You ghosted months ago?”

(Jesus, take the aux)

I’m done pretending boss

I’ve been skipping all Your features

On the album of my heart

(Jesus, take the aux)

Yeah, queue up what You want

Turn my Mondays, turn my mess

Into a praise-song stunt

(Jesus, take the aux)

You drive, I’ll ride along

If my life had liner notes

They’d just say “He fixed what’s wrong”

(Jesus, take the aux)

From brunch to 5 o’clock

If You’re running this whole party

I can finally stop the talk