I wanna be like my Jesus!

This is another song post. I really like most of this song, but my absolute drop dead favorite part I will put in bolded for you. Because I think it is such a true statement. Especially for me, and maybe you too. But there is one part that I don't rally like, but its not that big of a deal. Alrighty here it goes. This song is By Todd Agnew and its Called, 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?

Chorus:
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, do we pray to be blessed with the
Wealth of this land Blessed are they that hunger and thirst for righteousness
Do we ache for another taste of this world of shifting sand

Chorus:
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

Pretty blue eyes, curly brown hair and a clear complexion ( I don't think he looked like this, but ok.)
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

Chorus:
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
I think He'd prefer Beal St. to the stained glass crowd
But I know that He can hear me if I cry out loud

I want to be like my Jesus
Can I be like You
I want to be like my Jesus


love the part when it says, Cause my Jesus would never be accepted in my church. I love that. No, I LOVE that. Because to me that is soo true. My Jesus wouldn't even make it past the front door of my church building. Because my Jesus is a loving compassionate Jesus. Now I am not saying my church isn't kind and loving, but its not in the way that I see Jesus, and every church is different, but in a way the same. My Jesus loves questions. He loves ALL people, and can relate to everyone. He wouldn't ever turn his back on me or tell me that I cant do certain things. He would love me and embrace my differences, and see how much that I love him. And he loves me just the way I am. And I'm glad he's my Jesus.