Posting something different today! Below, you will see the lyrics of one of my favorite songs, "My Jesus".. It's actually the second song on my "play list", song list that you hear when you access my page. FYI- by the way, you will see a list of songs, that you can choose to play, (just click on the name of the song on the list) they are just a few of many favorites. Of course, the first one is "My Redeemer" which starts each time you first access my page. I just thought I would post the words to this song, so that you all can read it. A lot of times, we get all caught up in the words of a song, and if we would just read it, word for word, sometimes, I know I do, understand it better and it really sinks in.

My Jesus -Todd Agnew

Which Jesus do you follow?Which Jesus do you serve?
If Ephesians says to imitate Christ
Then why do you look so much like the world?
Cause my Jesus bled and died
He spent His time with thieves and liars
He loved the poor and accosted the arrogant
So which one do you want to be?

Blessed are the poor in spirit
Or do we pray to be blessed with the wealth of this land
Blessed are they that hunger and thirst for righteousness
Or do we ache for another taste of this world of shifting sand
Cause my Jesus bled and died for my sins
He spent His time with thieves and sluts and liars
He loved the poor and accosted the rich
So which one do you want to be?
Who is this that you follow
This picture of the American dream
If Jesus was here would you walk right by on the other side or fall down and worship at His holy feet

Pretty blue eyes and curly brown hair and a clear complexion
Is how you see Him as He dies for Your sins
But the Word says He was battered and scarred
Or did you miss that part
Sometimes I doubt we'd recognize Him
Cause my Jesus bled and died
He spent His time with thieves and the least of these
He loved the poor and accosted the comfortable
So which one do you want to be?

Cause my Jesus would never be accepted in my church
The blood and dirt on His feet might stain the carpet
But He reaches for the hurting and despises the proudI think
He'd prefer Beale St. to the stained glass crowd
And I know that He can hear me if I cry out loud

I want to be like my Jesus!
I want to be like my Jesus!
I want to be like my Jesus!
I want to be like my Jesus!

Not a posterchild for American prosperity, but like my Jesus
You see I'm tired of living for success and popularity
I want to be like my Jesus but I'm not sure what that means to be like You
JesusCause You said to live like You, love like You but then You died for me
Can I be like You Jesus?I want to be like you Jesus!I want to be like my Jesus!