Men's Room, L.A.

I saw a picture yesterday,
In a men's room near L.A.
Lying on the floor beside the throne.
Had I not recognised the Cross,
I might have failed to know the Boss.
I thought, "Lord, You look neglected and alone."

I picked it up with loving care,
I wondered who had placed it there.
Then I saw there was no paper on the roll.
I said, "Lord, what would You do
If You were me, and I was You,
Take a chance, save Your pants or Your soul?"

Then a voice said:

"Kinky, it's Jesus here, you know, and I ain't no square.
I've got these pictures of Me and these statues,
You know, they're everywhere.
Well, I may seem I come from Liverpool,
And then, on the other hand, I may come from France.
But if you don't get off that toilet,
Well, I'm just gonna have to dance."

I saw a picture yesterday,
In a men's room near L.A. (L.A.)