If your heart is hungry and
you’re searching for relief,
Your soul feels like an urchin
and you have no belief.
Then friend your search is
over; I have good news for thee,
I’ll lead you to my lover,
killed on a Roman tree.
No suits He wore from Brooks’
Brothers, just a homespun robe,
No degrees from seminary, other
hearts He probed.
Never drove a Cadillac; some
said he had no class
Nemeses of Satan, attacked,
rode a humble ass,
Born of a virgin girl a rarity
in these days,
If you want to give Him a
whirl, listen what He says.
The brunt of Jewish conceit He
bore, without retreat,
He faced the Jewish deceit
without human defeat.
He was brought before Pilate,
not a bar of justice,
His trial wasn’t private,
before summer’s solstice.
If you’re looking for a Savior,
first look at his knees,
That’s where the behavior
should be, and I rarely tease.
Do knees of his trousers show
wear, or just the behind?
I’m trying to make you aware;
same time and be kind.
See if the hiney shines; Lots
of wolves in sheep’s clothing,
Pretend concern for your soul,
when it’s really loathing.
My Love embraced Calvary’s
Cross, not financial gain,
With world’s morality lost, He
was faithful as rain.
Regardless what His mission
cost, never lost His view,
Past this world’s sin and
dross, He kept His eye upon YOU!
Rather than anticlimactic,
Jesus died for you,
Not to be dramatic, He did all
that He could do.
As your sacrifice for sin,
Satan could never win.
Christ, Jesus, as your friend,
never cleaner have you been!
My Lover comes in clouds of
Heaven, God’s very best,
Picked Him out from all the
crowds making my life the blest.
It’s my Lover of great degrees,
Friend, Savior, and Lord,
Plucking heart strings of my
soul, relishing every chord.
