Black Jesus
Born in a Jewish ghetto
Subject to a military state
From your first breath out the womb
You were subject to a dark world of hate
Tortured for the truth that you bore
Oh Lord God, what an awful fate
To murder and destroy your name
Religious leaders of the time couldn't wait
Always runnin' from the cops
Death warrants on ya' precious head
Angry mobs always lookin' for ya'
A government that wanted you dead
Overcrowded county hospitals
Delivered in a mangy building
The sick authority of time
Made you out to be the villain
Crippled hand of sin against you
Persecution of all thy brethren
Though however righteous
Subject to brutality and killin'
You were looked down by society
Born out of wedlock
Thorn and blood adorned thee
Mighty dark crown of dreadlock
A shepherd to the lost and lonely
The black sheep of your own flock
Indeed the stone that the builders rejected
One day would become the corner rock
You were despised for your whole life
All your opportunities denied
You were spat on and kicked
They looked you in your eyes and they lied
No jury of your peers, oh Lord
You were convicted and you were tried
Forced to carry that state cross
While being tortured and crucified
Executed on Calvary's death row
Where you were whipped, and you were tied
And just for being who you are
They wouldn't stop until you died
Your state subjugated body beaten
Persecuted and brutally shamed
Pierced for our transgressions, Lord
The embodiment of hope slain
Oh, thy mutilated scars you bore
Deep wells of sorrow and pain
The heartbreak of this fallen world
That only you Lord overcame
Please my sweet, Black Jesus
Verily your death was not in vain
Forgive them Father for they don't know
Your holy, precious name
Oh, my dearly beloved Jesus
They done hated you for an eternity
But dearly beloved Jesus
Surely you must be Black like me
Subject to a military state
From your first breath out the womb
You were subject to a dark world of hate
Tortured for the truth that you bore
Oh Lord God, what an awful fate
To murder and destroy your name
Religious leaders of the time couldn't wait
Always runnin' from the cops
Death warrants on ya' precious head
Angry mobs always lookin' for ya'
A government that wanted you dead
Overcrowded county hospitals
Delivered in a mangy building
The sick authority of time
Made you out to be the villain
Crippled hand of sin against you
Persecution of all thy brethren
Though however righteous
Subject to brutality and killin'
You were looked down by society
Born out of wedlock
Thorn and blood adorned thee
Mighty dark crown of dreadlock
A shepherd to the lost and lonely
The black sheep of your own flock
Indeed the stone that the builders rejected
One day would become the corner rock
You were despised for your whole life
All your opportunities denied
You were spat on and kicked
They looked you in your eyes and they lied
No jury of your peers, oh Lord
You were convicted and you were tried
Forced to carry that state cross
While being tortured and crucified
Executed on Calvary's death row
Where you were whipped, and you were tied
And just for being who you are
They wouldn't stop until you died
Your state subjugated body beaten
Persecuted and brutally shamed
Pierced for our transgressions, Lord
The embodiment of hope slain
Oh, thy mutilated scars you bore
Deep wells of sorrow and pain
The heartbreak of this fallen world
That only you Lord overcame
Please my sweet, Black Jesus
Verily your death was not in vain
Forgive them Father for they don't know
Your holy, precious name
Oh, my dearly beloved Jesus
They done hated you for an eternity
But dearly beloved Jesus
Surely you must be Black like me
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