THE “CAN’T-FOLLOW-JESUS-ANY-MORE” BLUES
(John 6: 56-69)
Seems the bread of heaven’s just too hard to chew.
Said, this bread of heaven’s just too hard to chew.
I’m chokin’ on flesh that’s given for me and you.
Says his words are spirit, but they feel more like a knife.
Says his words are spirit, but they feel more like a knife.
Yet he tells me his words hold the power of eternal life.
Don’t know ‘bout a Lord who’d lay down his life for love.
Said, what kind of a Lord lays down his life for love?
This world, my friend, is a place of push and shove.
Want a Christ who’s got a better way to succeed.
Need a Christ who’s got a better way to succeed.
Want someone who’s tough, who lets the other guy bleed.
Funny how hungry I feel down to my shoes.
Said, funny how hungry I feel down to my shoes.
Can’t seem to shake these empty-feeling blues.
Wish the bread of heaven wasn’t so hard to chew.
Is the bread of heaven really so hard to chew?
Maybe need that flesh that’s given for me and you.
A Poetic Kind Of Place 