J.P.M.F.Y.F.

J.P.M.F.Y.F. - by Tim Easton
(from his album "Ammunition")

Jesus, protect me...Jesus, protect me

From your father's words

Not all of them

Just the ones that turn love into fear and hatred

And the ones who say they are above me

And then point their fingers down at me

And the ones who judge me when I'm troubled

And then tell me on my street that I am lost

And they tell me on my doorstep that I will burn in Hell

Jesus, protect me...Jesus, protect me

From your father's words

Like the ones who only speak with anger

They're screaming from my television

While stealing from the hand that feeds them

And demanding that you are the only way

While spitting in the face of love

With one hand on the Bible and the other in the purse

Jesus, protect me...Jesus, protect me

From your father's words

Like the ones who turn their back on the dying

And laugh in the face of pain and suffering

They would kill in the name of freedom

Or the ones who would manipulate the constitution

And try to make laws of their opinions

While walking shoulder to shoulder with greed and violence

To the ones who would start wars in your name

To the ones who would attack me for this song

I sing Jesus, protect me...Jesus, protect me

From your father's words

Not all of them

Just the ones who turn love into fear and hatred