Yesterday, Jesus tuned my guitar and sharpened my senses, he inspired me
Paper and pencil in hand, I am ready to compose the song but I refuse to write
Because to talk and write about Jesus is redundant, it would be better to act
Then, something told me that the only way to not be redundant is to say the truth
Say that Jesus wants us to act rather than talk
Say that Jesus is more than five letters forming a name
Say that Jesus is a verb, not a noun.
Jesus is more than a simple and flat theory
Brother, why are you reading the Bible all day?
What is written there is summarized as love; Go and practice it
Jesus, my brethren, is a verb, not a noun.
Jesus is more than a luxurious temple with baroque stylings
He knows that in the long run it is nothing more than rock
The church exists in your soul and in your actions; don’t forget
That Jesus, my brethren, is a verb, not a noun.
Jesus is more than a group of ladies with a dark consciousness
Who seek to gain entrance to heaven with charities
If you want to be an active member, you'll have to submit to the directors
Your savings account in Switzerland and your privileged connections
Jesus is more than making the sign of the cross, kneeling and boasting of these actions
He knows that perhaps deep inside their conscience burns
Jesus is more than a flower on an altar that saves you from your sins
Jesus, my brethren, is a verb, not a noun.
Jesus turned his sermons into reality
It is a sin to drink coffee, say the Mormons
They have so little to do that they go about inventing anything
Jesus, my brethren, is a verb, not a noun.
Jesus doesn’t understand why cults applaud him
They speak of honesty knowing that the tithe is a fraud
Jesus is disgusted by the pastor who gets rich by his faith
Jesus, my brethren, is a verb, not a noun.
In my neighborhood Doña Carlota was the most religious
Speaking of loving thy neighbor while puncturing hundreds of my game balls
Since I was a child I learned that religion is nothing more than a method
You are forbidden to think, as the title and everything else is already written
I was baptized when I was two months and I wasn’t even told
There was a party, a piñata, and they didn’t ask me
Please baptize me Jesus, as between friends
My Brother, I know you hate protocol
Gentlemen, do not divide faith; borders are for countries
In this world there are more religions than happy children
Jesus thought "I will make myself invisible so that all my brothers
Stop speaking so much of me and extend a hand to each other "
Jesus, you are the best witness of the love that I profess to you
I have a clear conscience that's why I do not go to confession
By praying two Our Fathers the murder does not revive his victim
Jesus, my brethren, is a verb, not a noun.
Jesus do not come down to earth, stay up there
All those who have thought as you are now face up
Forgotten in some cemetery, their ideals carried with them
They died with a smile on their lips because they were
Verb and not a noun.