Jesus loves me? This you say
I know. You told me yesterday
But is love what I really crave?
I had love from my husband Dave
My kids also in their own way
Pick flowers for me from outside play
No love’s not what I really need
It’s not enough… I’ll admit… it’s greed
No. I don’t want love anymore
So I walked from love and closed the door
Love is extinct… it’s ME I want
With expensive shoes, posh restaurant
You tell me Jesus knows me well
And died for me to escape all hell
But… will Jesus like my post on facebook?
Or profile page? Will he take a look?
Does he share my taste in a girly movie?
Music? Dance? Will he get down groovy?
Tell me I look hot in this dress?
Buy me a drink? Try to impress?
Will he flirt with me? Tell me I’m sexy?
Buy me a diamond. Something exy?
Will Jesus give what I desire?
A glamored life where I feel higher?
I see you’re stunned. I’ve insulted you.
And that’s not what I meant to do
But please tomorrow don’t bring Jesus
Unless to serve me wines and cheeses