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(G)He
came into the shop and looked me (F)straight
between the eyes
And (G)said
"You know I'm Jesus", and I (F)must
have looked surprised
Because he (G)said
"Please don't be hasty, (F)no-one
understands
But I've (C)got
a way to prove it", and he (Dmin7)lifted
up his (F)hands.
He was the (C)man
who (F)called
himself (G)Jesus.
For a minute I
was speechless, then I looked into his face
With sufficient lines of sadness for the total human race
And I said "You must be joking" but he slowly shook his head
And said "That's what they all say, I might as well be dead".
He was the man who called himself Jesus.
He asked me if
I knew a place where he could start to preach
I said "Well try a church or maybe Brighton beach"
And I was trying to be serious but he didn't seem impressed
He said "You think I'm crazy, you're just like all the rest".
He was the man who called himself Jesus.
I was really quite
embarrassed, he was looking so sincere
So I said "I close the shop soon, won't you come and have a beer"
Then he asked me if I meant it and he smiled a funny smile
And he said he'd rather like that and he hung arounds a while.
He was the man who called himself Jesus.
On the way he stopped
to pat little children's heads
And he taught them one line prayers to say as they went off to their
beds
But mostly they were frightened and they looked at him wide eyed
And when he said his name was Jesus, one girl even cried.
He was the man who called himself Jesus.
In the pub I asked
him if he'd tried to see the Pope
And he said although he'd thought about it there was really not a hope
Then he said he thought he'd better go, he had some work to do
He said he'd come and see me in about a week or two.
He was the man who called himself Jesus.
Well after he had
gone I thought of what he'd said
And all his funny actions they kept running through my head
And when I felt my mind was drowning in a sea of mud
It seemed his pint of beer had turned into a pint of blood.
He was the man who called himself Jesus.
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