Jesus'...You're Embarrasing Me!

I thought you say you where poor
Why this at your door
Told me you were penniless
Ask my forgiveness

Lord another funeral
Its been several
Their threats were not serious
I'm delirious

A wife my ex looks up too
And all I go through
Left for dead my greatest joy
That nothing annoy

Thoughts that become new legends
And prayer new bargains
Praise deepens the secret place
For the sweeter taste

A bush that becomes so tame
I cant stay the same
Coming forth from it in hats
A life without debts

Gourmet meals from small shelters
Name brand second hands
Penthouse floor New York City
This is a pity

Peace in the midst of chaos
No rhyme nor reason
Except I'm a child of God
Who's walk seems too odd