We treat Jesus' words like they are from a fortune cookie. We talk about him like he is Santa Claus. We ask him to take away our pain like he is a drug. We ask him to play match maker. We ask him to help us find our keys. We ask him to magically spell words in our soup bowl. We talk about him like he is a trendy hippie-vegan wanderer who drive a VW. We look for his wink in the clouds, his fingers in the sky. We talk of him like he is a superhero. What have I made of Jesus? What have we made of Jesus? Is he really that cheap? Is he really that commercialized? Is he really that cool?
We treat Jesus' words like they are from a fortune cookie. We talk about him like he is Santa Claus. We ask him to take away our pain like he is a drug. We ask him to play match maker. We ask him to help us find our keys. We ask him to magically spell words in our soup bowl. We talk about him like he is a trendy hippie-vegan wanderer who drive a VW. We look for his wink in the clouds, his fingers in the sky. We talk of him like he is a superhero. What have I made of Jesus? What have we made of Jesus? Is he really that cheap? Is he really that commercialized? Is he really that cool?