The Body of Christ Has AIDS

I may be a young man
A story familiar
Or perhaps
I'm the woman next door
I'm a teacher, or a lawyer
Or your present employer
I'm your lover
An infant, a whore
But lately I sweat in the night
And I'm losing weight
Feels just like I'm nailed to a cross
Consigned to this fate
My name is Jesus

And my body has AIDS

I may be fat, I may be hunky
Or perhaps I was a junkie
Shared the needle with all my so-called friends
Or I cruised through a bar and made love in a car
One sweet summer night without
Now with the huskiness of Judas
You condemned me for what I have done
Out on errands like Peter deny
With the daughters and sons
My name is Jesus

And my body has AIDS

Like the thirty-nine lashes
I'm covered with rashes
As I carry my cross
Through the crowd
So please deal with your pain
By stitching my name on a panel
That will serve as my shroud
Oh, what gave you salvation
From an old rugged cross
That you built
By the end of this generation
I'll resurrect from the quilt
My name is Jesus

And my body has AIDS

My name...
Is Jesus

And I'm dying of AIDS