I’ve stocked up on B’Jesus. I keep tons on hand.
I am sometimes scared out of it due to my not
Having faith in my knowing that harm can’t occur
In my life unless I turn my cheek, as it were,
From the wellbeing present. In fact, there’s a lot
Of ways to keep B’Jesus intact as I’d planned.

If B’Jesus were marketed in such a way
That it wouldn’t wreak havoc within the mass soul,
Then maybe all God’s people would trade fear for love.
That would be kind of boring for souls up above.
They would rather we kick back and watch super bowl.
With B’Jesus so volatile, keep lots and pray.

My B’Jesus supply is my ticket to health
In a way that no doctor in my life could be.
All B’Jesus is warehoused and shipped from the place
Deep within self and to self in radiant grace.
Any feces that’s fan-borne can’t terrify me.
So, in terms of B’Jesus, I wallow in wealth.