Purple Jesus, my favorite crayon,
You don't make me a soldier
in Your army. You don't ask for
the numb repeated prayer.
You simply want my sadness.

I go in churches as a tourist
to look at art made in Your name.
One Good Friday I stood in back
with my arms crossed, and an angry
man made me unfold them.
If that's all it takes
to dis You,
I'm in trouble.

We don't get to see the Purple Jesus
very often, though when I smoked
a lot of pot, I imagined I saw Him often.

From Blue Jesus by Jim Daniels

Longer Excerpts (including Red and Blue)are here