My American Jesus

My American Jesus Is here to pour blessings on me As I walk around the land of the free As I lay me down to sleep How can we not be his favorite Look at how we're possession dressed More than any other Hands above the rest My American Jesus Comes wrapped in a little box That I pull out from time to time As an after thought Can't help but be happy that I'm not like the rest of them Just please don't try and convict me Of my many mortal sins My American Jesus I really don't care to share To me he's way to personable To let go just anywhere I know there's stories about him In the Bible I could find And one day I may check it out But at this moment I don't have the time My American Jesus I'm sure is Republican No way would he vote Democrat For that would be a sin So lift your hands and praise his name Help put him back into the grave To pull him out on rainy days My American Jesus Heavy on the sarcasm...or is it.