W.W.M.B.J.D?

Brown Jesus

Brown Jesus with the dark hair

My brown Jesus, Whose friendship I treasure

The true image of You gives the masses displeasure

My brown Jesus with clean hands and dirty feet

Sits down with sinners like me and invites us to eat

They painted a Snow White Savior, so pale with blue eyes and a middle part

It looked nothing like my brown Jesus, the One who saved my wretched soul and redeemed my wicked heart

Their gods help those who help themselves

My brown Jesus washed the feet of the 12

My brown Jesus commanded a love for my neighbor like I love myself

I must’ve missed the part about praying for this land’s wealth

They’ve got no sympathy, no empathy for the vet under the overpass with handwritten words on a cardboard page

But they’ll throw themselves at a grifter in a shiny suit on a stage

He’ll pound the pulpit and tell you what makes you feel good while coming live from Six Flags on syndicated cable

Meanwhile, my brown Jesus is in the lobby delicately holding a dove and flipping over a table

Their gods refuse to acknowledge the chosen name of those whose pronouns conflict with the biology

My brown Jesus is an immigrant who loves queer folks and the refugee

My brown Jesus opens his arms to the thieves, my brown Jesus opens his arms to the addicted, my brown Jesus opens his arms to the whores

Their gods tell them to deify a piece of cloth hanging on a pole and to closely guard their church doors

You see, my brown Jesus told us how to live and how to love all along

My brown Jesus, where did we go wrong?