Jesus asked his disciples
who do people say I am?
then he asked them again
who do YOU say that I am?
Ostensibly he hoped to be
understood as the Messiah
unfortunately most people
only saw him as a pariah
Was our Lord having an
identity crisis of some kind?
as in those dark hours
he struggled in his mind
I understand his pain
perhaps confusion too
it's hard to comprehend purpose
when everyone turns away from you
Who am i, I never wondered
it wasn't given me to ask
This was for others to decide
mine, the knuckling under task
So, I ask like Emmanuel
who do you say I'm supposed to be?
If Marilisa isn't good enough
You tell me then, who is she?
Is she just sister, daughter, slave?
Your minion, drudge or drone?
Evidently she's isn't meant to have
any kind of life to call her own.
Selah. But wait...
it doesn't seem right to end
this little ditty here
it's a pretty bleak assessment
but if I'm honest, also clear
It probably should have
a big Halleluiah chord
some resolving great Amen
maybe that would that please the Lord?
cuz it ain't just me I don't know
I also have no idea of Him
we've talked of this before
in my odes so very grim
don't get me wrong, I'd love to end
with promises and prayer emojis
gushy kisses and smiley hugs
but i'm fresh out of all of these
I wish I could offer you
Vera Lynn and keep smilin thru
Dunkirk spirit and all that jazz
I'm trying to mend, and make do
I've packed up my troubles
got me Lucifer and fag
but for all I've smiled at problems
they've worn clean thru me ole kit bag
And maybe you don't want it anyway
secret chords and cheery attitudes
maybe you don't like that kind of music
Maybe you and God hate cheezy platitudes
if so, that's good to hear
can't we just admit it's such a bore
all i got's pukka real and honest
and honestly not much more
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