Jesus is at the door again,
And he’s ringing on the phone.
He’s pulling on my heart strings,
Like an old dog with a bone.
Today he says he’s hungry,
Hasn’t eaten in a week.
But there’s henny on his breath
And his knees are looking weak.
I don't know what I’ve got,
But I know it’s not enough,
Hope and peanut butter,
Tuna cans and other stuff.
Jesus is at the door again,
And he’s ringing on the phone.
He’s pulling on my heart strings,
And I do not like his tone
He’s indignant.
He says I oughtta know
How much I owe
to the blood he spilled,
and bodies he buried,
And resurrected
Before he goes, he lays me low,
“Ain't you never had a debt befo’?”
Jesus is at the door again,
And he’s ringing on the phone.
She’s pulling on my heart strings,
Demanding I atone.
Today blood drips from her hands.
She’s got toilet paper bandages,
Held with rubber bands.
I didn’t see and let her wait at first,
I hope she understands.
What I could do was not enough,
But that is often how it stands.
Jesus is at the door again,
And he’s ringing on the phone.
He says “Just hang in there,
I swear you’re not alone”
