If Jesus was a
gun-owner,
Would He have one
gun, or three?
Would He have a
Smith and Wesson,
A Remington, or
Benelli?
Would Jesus open
carry,
Or would He carry
securely hid?
Would He tote it
under arm, or hip,
Or thigh, just to be
hip?
Would Jesus take up
hunting,
Or prefer to target
shoot?
Would He go out with
friends, a drink or two,
Or to the desert,
someplace offshoot?
Would He join the
NRA,
Or host a class for
concealed carry?
How often would He
clean his gun, buy bullets, or...
Hold up, Nelly!
I don’t profess to
know Him,
But I know a thing
or two.
I’ve read the book
a few more times,
And there’s
something He wouldn’t do.
He wouldn’t own a
gun, of course,
Designed in lethal
taste.
He’d turn His
cheek again
Before boasting
about His “place.”
He’d be the last
to argue
Fighting for civil
defense.
“My rights!” He
would not shout, but more,
“Trust God. He’ll
do what’s best.”
He wouldn’t hunt.
No, not for fun,
Or sport. No, I
don’t blame Him.
He taught
compassion, love, and, yes,
He loves them ‘cause
He made them.
I’m not saying
He’s vegetarian
Or vegan. No, just
prudent.
His heart would take
no pleasure
From killing for
amusement.
He’d see the
damage that guns cause
To life and pride in
that market.
As our Prince of
Peace and hope for man,
He wouldn’t own.
Cathartic.
So if Jesus were a
gun-owner,
I don’t think I’d
recognize Him.
We could follow his
example...
No? Alright. It’s
just a whim.
