Yesterday, Jesus tuned my guitar and sharpened my senses, he inspired me
With paper and pencil in hand, I aim at the song and refused to write
Because speaking and writing about Jesus is redundant, it would be better to act
Then, something told me that the only way not to be redundant is to tell the truth
To say that Jesus likes us to act, not to speak
To say that Jesus is more than five letters forming a name
To say that Jesus is a verb, not a noun

Jesus is more than a simple and plain theory
What are you doing brother reading the Bible all day?
What is written there is summed up in love, go and practice it
Jesus, my brothers, is a verb, not a noun

Jesus is more than a luxury temple with a baroque trend
He knows that in the end this is nothing more than rock
The church is carried in the soul and in the acts, don't forget
That Jesus, my brothers, is a verb, not a noun

Jesus is more than a group of ladies with a very dark conscience
Who pretend to earn heaven with a charity club
If you want to be an active member, you will have to present to the board
Your savings account in Switzerland and official links

Jesus is more than crossing oneself, kneeling and boasting about it
He knows that perhaps inside their conscience burns
Jesus is more than a flower on the altar saving from sins
Jesus, my brothers, is a verb, not a noun

Jesus turned all his sermons into actions
That if you drink coffee it's a sin, say the Mormons
They have so little to do that they are inventing every thing
Jesus, my brothers, is a verb, not a noun

Jesus doesn't understand why they applaud him in the cult
They talk about honesty knowing that the tithe is a fraud
Jesus is disgusted by the pastor who gets rich with faith
Jesus, my brothers, is a verb, not a noun

The most religious in my neighborhood was Mrs. Carlota
She talked about love for the neighbor and she punctured a hundred balls
Since I was a child I learned that religion is nothing more than a method
With the title forbidden to think that everything is already written

They baptized me when I was two months old and they didn't tell me
There was a party, a piñata and they didn't even ask me
Baptize me, Jesus, please, just between friends
I know you hate protocol, my brother

Gentlemen, do not divide faith, borders are for countries
In this world there are more religions than happy children
Jesus thought: "I will make myself invisible so that all my brothers
Stop talking so much about me and lend each other a hand"

Jesus, you are the best witness of the love I profess to you
I have a clear conscience that's why I don't confess
Praying two Our Fathers, the murderer does not revive his dead
Jesus, my brothers, is a verb, not a noun

Jesus, don't come down to earth, stay up there
All those who have thought like you are already face up
Forgotten in some cemetery, their ideals as luggage
They died with a smile on their lips
Because they were verb and not noun

VIEW ORIGINAL LYRICS