Blackbird

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Lord, I want to be like Jesus

In my heart, in my heart

Lord, I want to be like Jesus

In my heart

In my heart,

In my heart

Lord, I want to be like Jesus

Lord, I want to be more holy

In my heart, in my heart

Lord, I want to be more holy

in my heart

In my heart

in my heart

Lord, I want to be a Christian

Mm, in my heart

Don't be scared, Randy, it's only love.

Lord, forgive your servant his weakness.

Purge me, Father, of my sins,

and please,

please take these dreams away.

Last night I had a dream that you

Were holding me so dear

You took away my doubting heart

You took away my fear

I love you, boy, you're mine alone

And I am yours to take

I promise you one day

That we will mend every mistake

"The Lord is my shepherd,

I shall not want."

Mom?

"I will fear no evil,

for You are with me."

Mom.

Were you up all night?

- Did you eat yet?

- Did you pray yet?

They used to put the pictures

on the milk cartons.

Little lost ones,

stolen babies, stray lambs.

They would have

their pictures right there

on that milk carton.

They would let the world know.

When did they stop?

Jesus listens, you know.

And maybe sometime the mail

just pile up a little high,

but he opens every prayer in the end.

More letters you send,

the better your chances.

I'll be back in one minute.

Lord, me again.

I am so selfish, so steep in my own sin

I forgot to ask for the one thing

I wanted most.

Lord, I know you would have never done

anything to Chrissie.

She's just a little girl.

And, Lord, I know you have a plan,

and whatever it may be, I would never

question that, I would

never dare question.

But if you find the time

to get to this letter,

then please, Lord, please consider

sending my sister home now.

It's been six years, Lord.

Six years.

More dirty sheets, Randy?

This is getting regular.

Morning, Ms. Rousseau,

looking chipper today.

I think that robe's my favorite.

Ooh, you done with that?

- Efrem.

- What?

My dad's on the road this week,

I ain't had time to get to the store.

What?

Hey little boy, now bring me some water

I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm old.

Hey little boy, now come to your father.

Randy.

Randy!

Hey!

Okay, it's ignore Efrem

week again already?

And if you don't repay

the error of your ways

Your ma and I will love you still

Love you still

Hey little boy, best watch your behavior

And all the words that you speak

So, what's going on

with these sheets, man?

Have you, please God,

resumed jerking off

like a normal teenage sex fiend?

Come on.

It's not gay to talk about sex, Randy.

Straight guys never talk

about anything else.

So how long has it been

since you choked the chicken?

Almost a year.

Good God.

It's been hard.

Permanently hard, I should think.

No wonder you so uptight.

How the hell do you do it?

I pray a lot.

Ah, the power of prayer.

Prayer works, Efrem.

Okay.

I've been getting these dreams.

Aha!

I mean, how do you control

what you dream?

I wake up in, in, I'm soaked in...

In?

Say it.

Sin.

Someone say my name?

Hey, Randy. Hey, loser.

Hey, freak.

Hey, Crystal, what are you doing here?

I came to shoo you guys along

in case you forgot.

- Oh, my God.

- Oh, sh*t.

I'm meeting with Mr. Brock

about the play.

Is that today?

Oh, my God, I can't believe you guys.

It's totally today in like 20 minutes.

Want to hit this?

I don't know why y'all do that.

Y'all know Jesus is not pleased.

Actually, we had a little convo

and my Jesus is very pleased.

Oh, really?

You had a conversation with Jesus?

Sure did.

You ain't the only one with a main line.

Jesus is on the main line

Tell Him what you want, baby

Jesus is on the main line

Tell Him what you want, hey

Jesus is one the main line

Tell Him what you want

Just call him up

and tell him what you want

Jesus is on the main line,

tell him what you want

Which sin?

Huh?

Which sin were you guys talking

about when I walked up?

Hopefully one of my favorites.

It's not a real sin, it's a Randy sin.

He's having nocturnal emissions.

Efrem.

Wet dreams about what?

That's a good question.

Randy?

Randy?

Or should that be who?

Hey there, beautiful.

- Huh?

- Hey there, beautiful.

Love, so high school.

Hello, we are in high school.

You may be in high school,

but some of us

are looking at the stars.

I say we do a musical.

I mean, we all sing.

- Randy sings.

- I do harmonies.

Efrem sort of raps

or whatever that is he does.

I do harmonies.

I dance and Todd plays the guitar.

- I...

- Leslie does harmonies.

Between us we...

Almost make up one

whole talented person?

Would you shut your mouth?

Randy, what do you think we should do?

You'll probably direct

and star in everything.

Uh, maybe Jesus Christ Superstar.

- Uh-uh, negative.

- It's a good show.

It's just... it might be nice to take

a break from Jesus for a while.

Oh, my God, what kind of

preacher's daughter are you?

Don't get me wrong,

I love Jesus, of course,

but He's there in everything we do.

He's not so vain He needs

constant name checks.

Actually, I was thinking

maybe we could do Rent.

- It's high school theater.

- Really?

Mr. Brock is not going to be down with

drag queens, hustlers,

drugs, and swear words.

Then Mr. Brock can kiss my...

Mr. Brock!

Well, young people.

I don't know whether

to applaud your initiative

or be insulted by your determination to

strike out without me.

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