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He Is Me

The sun is bright as ever, washing me in bands of 
heat, I'm hanging in the air as nails impale my 
hands and feet,

I know that I am dreaming on some night I'm deep in 
sleep, I'm dreaming that I'm Jesus, I am Him and He 
is me.

The pain is unlike anything I've ever felt before, I hear 
some scream for blood while I hear others yell for 
more,

they have me on what looks to be a wooden crucifix, 
my body's like the letter 'T', you should envision this,

but me I feel the horror from the beatings that they 
gave, while some would call it torture, I endured it 
just to save,

humanity's descendants but my name is used in 
vain, I feel my life is draining as my head descends 
in shame.

I perservered for many hours,9 to be exact, to 
witness this would render all your mentals non-
intact,

just picture me a moment, on the cross betweenst 2 
thieves, they broke their legs and knees but they did 
not do this to me.

I smell a scent and think of death, it's all inside my 
mind, I'm shrouded as I die but I will surely have my 
time,

for 3 days later here I am, I died to rise again, 
atoning for the sins of all the women and the men.

The children of this world should comprehend the 
very role, I play inside of daily life to save their very 
soul,

just look at modern day events, the evidence is clear, 
no need for me to verify the end is very near.

Some folks will think of church, that very thought will 
make them hurt, well ponder the alternative, there're 
some who'll make it worse,

while yes I love the lot of you, my children one and 
all, you better make it better otherwise you're gonna 
fall.

I wake up in my bed amidst a startle, oh I'm safe, I 
race into the bathroom and the mirror shows my 
face,

I wipe the sweat realizing everything that seems to 
be, that ALL of us are Jesus, I am Him, and He is 
me.

Copyright © James Lewis | Year Posted 2011

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