I am like Jesus, I like to sleep amidst the storm, I like to cut off unproductive branches, I like to curse unyielding plants, I chase disobedient people away from my space with 2by2. I am like Jesus, I want to author and finish faith, I want to raise the dead and heal the sick, deliver those who are in the bondage of the evil one. I am like him, the one who was, is and still is to come, the one that call those things that be not as if they were, the good Shephard. I am like Jesus, i want to say talitha cumi and she lives, come forth and and the rottening man fix up, ephpheta and the deaf-mute of Decapolis receives his senses. It can only be Jesus, He washes feet, He gave his life as a gift, Reaches out to you, to come oh ye who are heavily ladened.