I Am Jesus

Saw his old weathered fist
Holding on tight to that brown paper bag
Pressed it up to his lips
Took another sip in the rain
He was mumbling words
On the edge of the curb
With his eyes to the ground, now
I would’ve walked on by
But I thought I heard him say
I am Jesus
I’m your mother, father
Sister, brother
Your son and daughter
You can pretend you don’t hear me
You can say I don’t exist
But I am, I am Jesus
Jesus
I admit right at first
I thought he was just some crazy old fool
'Til he carefully shifted his gaze
And looked up at me
I recalled an old phrase
From back in the days
As his desperate eyes sunk in
Something about whatever you do
To the least of these, you do to me
I am Jesus
I’m your mother, father
Sister, brother
Your son and daughter
You can pretend you don’t hear me
You can say I don’t exist
But I am, I am Jesus
There’s no way, could it be
I don’t know, maybe he
Was some sort of homeless angel
With a message just for me
Oh, you can pretend you don’t hear me
You can say I don’t exist
But I am, I am Jesus
I’m your mother, father
Sister, brother
Son and daughter
You can pretend you don’t hear me
You can say I don’t exist
But I am, I am Jesus, Jesus
I am, I am Jesus