Not Even Jesus Knows Which Song It Is

I work at a record store. (Yes, they still exist.) A customer comes in, and I can only describe her as a stereotypical Sunday church Black woman. 

Customer: “I’m looking for that song — it goes like, ‘Jeeeeeeesus, Jeeeeeesus!'”

She sings with no specific melody or any other lyrics. 

Me: “That could be a lot of different gospel songs, ma’am.”

Customer: “Yeah, but it goes like, ‘Jeeeeeeesus, Jeeeeeesus!'”

Me: “I’m afraid I can’t find the song based on that… snippet, ma’am.”

Customer: “Big store like this?! Lord knows you should have it!”

Me: “Maybe you could try asking Him?”

I thought I would get into trouble, but she actually nodded and started walking around the gospel section saying, “Jeeeeeesus, Jeeeeeesus,” like a game of hide-and-seek.