Jesus loves you
Sister so-and-so just said,
I thought unto myself
I’m oh so glad he did.
For what if Jesus hated me?
And all my children dead
not only just my firstborn
but all of them instead.
And all of me would be skinless
not only just my heart.
And everyone would misunderstand
not just the ones that count.
If Jesus didn’t love me,
I’d be drawn and quartered
in the marketplace, bankrupt
for all the world to see.
She said that Jesus loved me.
I just smiled and said He did.
She smiled back like a lobotomized chimpanzee.
As I took the sacrament.