A brewski with the man
If Jesus and I shared a brewski
I wonder
Would he drink a dark
Or light brewski
Would it be lukewarm,
Like the German’s serve
Or would the mountains be snow capped
Like us American’s prefer
You can bet I’d pick up the tab
And pull two chairs up to the lab
I’d probably even let him gab
On and on, because I am not
And he is
I’d ask him why he did it
Why he suffered for a lousy scoundrel like me
I imagine he’d just stare right back
Like I should know
It’s because he loves me
You would think
That I would know
Because of the books
The songs
The worship
The church
Life
But for some reason
I continue to question
Jesus didn’t die for blind faith
But rather the questions
And the doubt
People like you and I
The sharing of life
Between two opposites
Starts conversation about
Why I live the way I do
Why I love even the haters,
I say because he loves
Even the betrayers
