Yesterday while walking
Beneath an overpa**
I saw the figure of Jesus
Standing barefoot on broken gla**
His beard was graying
Smell of urine filled the air
Asking if I had some change
Anything that I could spare
Emaciated
His shaking fist balled up
Influenza and pneumonia
Begging God to take his cup
So different from his pictures
Breathing air through yellowed tubes
Jesus Christ, dying of AIDS
Can look right through you
And all have hated
Crucified and walked away
Savior of the prostitutes
Drunkards, rapists, and the gays
"The crew of Apollo 8 has a message that we would like to send to you...
'In the beginning, God created the heaven and the earth.'"
Under bridges
With hands raised
From the ghettos
They praise His name
Broke and crippled
In the dark of night
Raise your voices
To Jesus Christ
Hallelujah