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Jesus in The Cafe
Jesus saw the light on
In the cafe on the square
Exhausted from His day
He went in sought shelter there
He looked about the square now
Saw the riff raffy people about
He saw the emptyness engulfing
Yobbish hoodies and lager louts
This was not a frothy coffee shop
Where you meet your 'nice' friends stop
It was greasy spoon cafe,
Held the remnants of the day
Inside he saw the people
The workers of this world
The men who's broken spirits
and whose heartache here unfurled
He saw the tired shift worker
Ambition gone, on minimum wage
The unloved, afraid, downtrodden
The true casualties of this age
He saw the little babes
Born of children not yet grown
He was there among the people
He would gladly call his own
He saw the tattered tired bag lady
And the kid who mugged old dears
Just to get another packet of the stuff that stopped his tears
The broken shoddy street people
The empty lonely lot
The majority who give no more
Than what they've already got
They that have no answers to the life that drags them down
Them that daily blindly walk, that window shop the town
The aching, needy hurting ones who absorb another blow
Of the tsunami of existence where our God plants seeds that grow
That grow up good and strong and straight
That come to Him for care
And that's why Jesus happened to be in that cafe there
Because there and then, this day today and every continuing tomorrow
There's a gap right there that's needing filled,
Gutteral need and abyssful sorrow
Theres the 'just a nip' of residual gin on the breath
To hide the hurt
There's the prozac dumbed down reality, a shadow of cloaked alert
And its used to still the emptiness
That ascends the storm that bashes
That batters us and clatters us and ceaselessy re- lashes
But, ..... stay His ground He will
See the shockwave pass Him by
See his force field bounce it back
For the helpless you and I
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