When I met him on a sidewalk
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He was preaching to a mailbox
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Down on 16th Avenue
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And he told me he was Jesus
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Sent from Jupiter to free us
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With a bottle of tequila and one shoe
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He raged about repentance
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He finished every sentence
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With a promise that the end was close at hand
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I didn't even try to understand
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He left me wide eyed in disbelief and disillusion
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I was tongue tied, drawn by my conclusions
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So I turned and walked away
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And laughed at what he had to say
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Then casually dismissed him as a fraud
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I forgot he was created in the image of my God
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When I met her in a bookstore
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She was browsing on the first floor
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Through a yoga magazine
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And she told me in her past life
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She was some plantation slave's wife
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She had to figure out what that might mean
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She believes the healing powers of her crystals
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Can bring balance and new purpose to her life
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Sounds nice
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She left me wide eyed in disbelief and disillusion
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I was tongue tied, drawn by my conclusions
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So I turned and walked away
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And laughed at what she had to say
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Then casually dismissed her as a fraud
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I forgot she was created in the image of my God
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Not so long ago, a man from Galilee
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Fed thousands with His bread and His theology
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And the truth He spoke
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Quickly became the joke
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Of educated, self-inflated Pharisees like me
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And they were wide eyed in disbelief and disillusion
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They were tongue tied, drawn by their conclusions
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Would I have turned and walked away
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And laughed at what He had to say
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And casually dismissed Him as a fraud
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Unaware that I was staring at the image of my God
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Wide Eyed
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| Nichole Nordeman |
