Wrong Jesus

The Wrong Jesus

The wrong​​ Jesus​​ came by today.

He was beautiful and enticing,

well dressed; impeccable really

and promised me lands​​ of milk and honey

and gold;

but he seemed more interested

​​ in his​​ solutions

than the pain in my soul.

He​​ offered​​ me​​ a​​ guarantee​​ of

a​​ life of blessings​​ 

and a future of​​ abundance

reserved for only me

but he wanted my​​ belief

before he would sit with me​​ and listen.

He knew the answers to every question

I had not yet asked.

He had the solutions to fix what I​​ 

did not find broken.

Yes, the wrong​​ Jesus​​ came by today

and I​​ gladly​​ let him pass.