J.C.
Worship in Rhyme
When I don’t know where to go,
Backed up in a corner fighting,
I grab a pen and commence writing,
Like a dog biting,
Rabid at the tooth,
Then just like Superman,
You come out of the telephone booth,
Yes love, Jesus, Good ol’ J.C.,
Without the Lord’s grace,
There would be no YammY.
No singing, no rapping, no plucking the bass,
No reading, no writing, no pleading my case,
Just a human toilet full of waste,
You’ve allowed me a thousand flushes,
With you I’m never broke,
Worth a thousand gold rushes.
I know I have vices,
You love the sinner not the sin,
You’ve shown me what sacrifice is,
Not the winner but the win,
My Lord I’m quite blessed,
Without you I’d be in quite a mess,
I must confess, where would I be?
Without the Messiah, my Lord J.C.
Even when I’m short-sighted,
Get mad and turn my back,
You still stick beside me, no matter what faith I lack,
At times I doubted, let the devil pay my rent,
But you’re still the Landlord, allowing me to repent,
I couldn’t make a dent without you, you’re the hammer,
Enlisted in Christ’s army, led by the true Commander.
Often led astray,
Blinded by the world’s bling bling,
Without the rock of Jesus life wouldn’t mean a thing thing,
Locked up in Sing Sing,
Satan kept me rotting in jail,
But you paid the Bondsman and posted my bail.
All hail Jesus, behold the Son of Man,
The devil is a liar, stays in hell and works on his tan,
Too hot, need a fan? I know he’s down there all crispy,
I took his best shot, but thank Jesus he missed me,
Think he’s convinced me? White snow I still soil,
But deep down in my heart to J.C. I forever remain loyal.
The serpent enticed me with violence, depressed me with doom,
I moved out of Satan’s ghetto,
Now I reside in the Upper Room.
Jesus,
Forgive me for the times I’ve lied,
Jesus,
I thank you for the storms you subside.
Jesus,
Forgive me for past and future transgressions,
Jesus,
I thank you for the gift of life’s lessons,
Jesus,
Forgive my backsliding ways,
Jesus,
I thank you for your comforting heavenly gaze,
Jesus,
Forgive my pride and conceit,
Jesus,
I thank you for your grace, bountiful and sweet.
You gave your life for me,
My friends and my family,
For those I don’t know, my peers and my enemies.
I thank you, although often enough you don’t hear it,
I thank the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit,
I thank you, for I know I’m not worthy,
I thank you, I love you, my Lord and Savior,
J.C.
~YammY~