Jesus doesn’t want me for a sunbeam That’s what the devil said as he poured me another glass of Jim Beam And rolled me another green sunshine daydream He said I need to blow off some steam Besides Jesus don’t want me on his team Oh I guess this is where one finds himself As the days keep getting longer and the years are getting shorter Sitting at the devils table cuz Jesus kicked him out the house Well I guess I thought living with the devil would be a little more fun But I’m started to think my visit with him might be done I keep looking down and I keep looking around I’m looking at my phone to see if he has called I’m tired of this life and how it has stalled So when I see his name upon my screen I swear I’ll pick up and tell him what I need But then I hear Jesus doesn’t want me for a sunbeam That’s what the devil said as he poured me another glass of Jim Beam And rolled me another green sunshine daydream He said I need to blow off some steam Besides Jesus don’t want me on his team The bottle’s half-empty, but my soul feels fuller with regret Chasing shadows in the bluish haze, placing every losing bet Devil laughs like he’s my only friend, whispering sweet defeat But something in these midnight hours is begging me to retreat I’ve worn out every excuse, every promise that I broke The fun has turned to chains around my neck, a never-ending joke grace ain’t earned, he gives it away anyway If I could just put down this glass and find the strength to pray Jesus doesn’t want me for a sunbeam That’s what the devil said as he poured me another glass of Jim Beam And rolled me another green sunshine daydream He said I need to blow off some steam Besides Jesus don’t want me on his team So I dial the number I swore I’d never call again Voice shaking like the leaves in the storm that’s rolling in “Lord, if You’re listening, I know I don’t deserve the light But I’m done dancing with the darkness, done dying every night” The line stays quiet for a moment, then a warmth cuts through the cold Turns out the sunbeam was waiting, even for a wayward soul Now the devil’s table’s empty, and the phone don’t ring the same I guess Jesus always wanted me… I just forgot to call His name.
