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The Day I Found Jesus
It was a cold windy Sunday afternoon
My stomach was empty, and begging was slow, but still hopeful to get something soon
The nights in these streets have gotten so callous and mean
I only beg for for food, many say no, but still dispose of an entire meal
Sometimes I wish my stinking existence would just end
How can a God made me to suffer like this? tell me friend
These dirty soaked clothes on my back ranks of me
There, in that smelly corner is my bathroom, I do it where everyone can see
I only have fifty cents in my pocket, this certainly will not do
I wish I had a pistol, then I would know what to do
Oh hell! here comes the Jehovah's witnesses again and I have no where to hide
It's a pity I couldn't pretend to be an Ostrich, stick my head in a hole and leave out my backside
I better get off this corner, I have no time for the hocus pocus
I need food, I need money, I have to focus
"Greetings my friend, Don't despair, Jesus saves."
"Please! please let me go on my way, I am not interested in Jesus Slaves"
"I only want something to eat, may be if you have a nickle, a dime, a few pennies?"
"I am so sorry stranger, we only bring the word, I am afraid we don't have any"
Well stop wasting my time if you can't fulfill my need
I am only a beggar, I have no money to buy your book, please leave
I turned away and headed down a familiar dark alley
A familiar place that I knew, filled with needle pushers, abusers, a sick place for the sorry
There, over to the left of me it is Charlie, having a fit from OD
While Michelle solicits work from a man, nothing new
Then she heads out the alley into a car with plates initial F.U.
There to my right is old lady Madge, a beautiful soul
She lost her home when her husband died, the bank simply foreclosed
Sometimes when I go out to beg, Whatever I get I come back here to share with her
She is old, weak, almost eighty, sometimes I cry to see her all alone, it makes me mentally disturbed
Wait, what is that sound I hear coming from the pile of trash
Sounds like something is whimpering, something needs help, May bay it;s a talking treasure map and If I dig deep enough it leads me to cash!
Oh cut the fairy-tale Clive, just dig till you see whats making that sound
I sieved through the smelly pile of waste until my hands nearly reached the ground
Oh my God! Who could have done this cruel thing
It was a little puppy disposed of, filled with garbage all over his skin
I used a bottle of water I caught from the fountain and washed away the grime
He was a beautiful puppy, he was going to be mine
But wait, you have a collar, so let me see what name they gave you, but it really doesn't matter because you will be with us
Then as I wiped his collar clean, It said Jesus!
Oh crap! did those Jehovah's witness put you up to this little guy?
Well, it doesn't really matter, from now on, Jesus is my new buddy, my new friend, my number one pal.