Jesus made the flowers,
And he made the C4, too.
Jesus made the Grateful Dead,
Then He made Motley Crüe.
Christ, the Risen, made the sea,
And rocky, killing shores.
Then he filled the sky with planes,
With unlocked cockpit doors.
Jesus made the sunset red,
And melanoma brown.
Jesus made the flying fish,
Then children he let drown.
Christ, the Savior, gave us sleep,
And frantic nightmare’d night.
Filled our ears with laughing songs,
And filled our fists with fight.
Jesus made the flowers,
And the overturned school bus.
Jesus made the whole damn world,
And Jesus, he made us.
Is this poem theologically sound? I know there was no C4 before Jesus, but weren’t there flowers?
Before Jesus there were no flowers, just these….
Free box of timbits to whoever gets that joke.
i think we can give a good beat. you should be able to dance to it with a beer in your mitt.
Sidewalks of New York-y. keep it simple. throw the C4 in there for kicks on the turnaround.
and a key change somewheres. like Waylon would. builds Tension.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oJEQ-Nz5UHw
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