My Jesus

Which Jesus do you follow?

Which Jesus do you serve?

If Ephesians says to imitate Christ

Why do you look so much like the world?

'Cause my Jesus bled and died

He spent His time with thieves and liars

He loved the poor and accosted the arrogant

So which one do you want to be?

Blessed are the poor in spirit

Or do we pray to be blessed with the wealth of this land?

Blessed are they that hunger and thirst for righteousness

Or do we ache for another taste of this world of shifting sand?

'Cause my Jesus bled and died for my sins

He spent His time with thieves and sluts and liars

He loved the poor and accosted the rich

So which one do you want to be?

And who is this that you follow

This picture of the American dream

If Jesus was here would you walk right by on the other side

Or fall down and worship at His holy feet? Holy, yeah

Pretty blue eyes and curly brown hair and a clear complexion

Is how you see Him as He dies for Your sins

But the Word says He was battered and scarred

Or did you miss that part?

Sometimes I doubt we'd recognize Him

'Cause my Jesus bled and died

He spent His time with thieves and the least of these

He loved the poor and accosted the comfortable

So which one do you want to be?

'Cause my Jesus would never be accepted in my church

The blood and dirt on His feet might stain the carpet

But He reaches for the hurting and despises the proud

And I think He'd prefer Beale St. to the stained glass crowd

And I know that He can hear me if I cry out loud

I wanna be like my Jesus

I wanna be like my Jesus

I wanna be like my Jesus, yeah

I wanna be like my Jesus, oh, oh, oh

Not a poster child for American prosperity, but like my Jesus

You see I'm tired of living for success and popularity

I wanna be like my Jesus, but I'm not sure what that means

To be like You Jesus

'Cause You said to live like You, to love like You

But then You died for me

Can I be like You, Jesus?

I wanna be like You, Jesus

I wanna be like my Jesus