Jesus Verbo No Sustantivo

Jesus Verb Not Noun

Yesterday
Jesus tuned my guitar and sharpened my senses
He inspired me
Paper and pencil in hand
He pointed out the song and I refused to write
Because talking and writing about Jesus is redundant
It would be better to act

Then, something told me
That the only way not to be redundant
Is to tell the truth
To say that Jesus likes us to act
Not to speak
To say that Jesus is more than five letters forming a name
To say that Jesus is a verb, not a noun

Jesus is more than a simple theory
What are you doing, brother
Reading the Bible all day?
What is written there is summed up in love
Come on, go and practice it
Jesus, my brothers
Is a verb, not a noun

Jesus is more than a luxury temple
With a baroque tendency
He knows that ultimately
This is nothing but rock
The church is carried in the soul and in actions
Don't forget
That Jesus, my brothers
Is a verb, not a noun

Jesus is more than a group of ladies
With very black conscience
Who try to earn heaven
With a charity club
If you want to be a member, be active
You will have to present to the board
Your savings account in Switzerland and official connections

Jesus is more than making the sign of the cross
Kneeling and boasting about it
He knows that, perhaps, inside
Their conscience burns
Jesus is more than a flower on the altar
Savior of sins
Jesus, my brothers
Is a verb, not a noun

Jesus turned into actions
All his sermons
That if you drink coffee it's a sin
Say the Mormons
They have so little to do
That they are inventing everything
Jesus, my brothers
Is a verb, not a noun

Jesus doesn't understand why
They applaud him in worship
Talking about honesty
Knowing that tithing is a fraud
Jesus is disgusted by the pastor
Who gets rich with faith
Jesus, my brothers
Is a verb, not a noun

In my neighborhood
The most religious was Mrs. Carlota
She talked about loving thy neighbor
And she struck me out a hundred times
Since I was a child, I learned
That religion is nothing but a method
With the title Forbidden to Think
That everything is already written

I was baptized when I was two months old
And they didn't even tell me
There was a party, a piñata
And they didn't even ask me
Baptize me, Jesus
Please, just between friends
I know you hate protocol, my brother

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 talking so much about me
And reach out their hands

Jesus, you are the best witness
Of the love I profess to you
I have a clear conscience
That's why I don't confess
Praying two Our Fathers
The murderer does not revive his dead
Jesus, my brothers
Is a verb, not a noun

Jesus, don't come down to Earth
Stay up there
All those who have thought like you
Are already lying face up
Forgotten in some cemetery
Their ideals as baggage
Died with a smile on their lips
Because they were verbs and not nouns