Seeker

You rained me through the ages, so I can meet my sky.

Let me humble me before you, particles I am I adore you, lift me up let me escape, hide me in your cape.

You make out of nothing, the places and faces you do, taboo is your name, your touch wudoo, the best friend to buy independence from, salvation may give you your multichrome.

Put away the words, come to prayer, sink deep within the layer, you just you have been Sayer, I’m city of knowledge and you my mayor.

Faithful

Brother, give me your soul, I’ll give you all, give you the light, the sight, and might, might to shine bright, so hold on tight.

Brother, your trust is my crust, all the bodies turn to dust, shall we turn away now so close to our maker, I know my God is not a for saker.

Brother this fear of separation from the body, all bodies play my parody, dusk till dawn, and till the sun dawn, I bless every good skin I bless every gown.

Brother, romance with freedom is not a fling, freedom is true salvation.

Brother, find the center of your soul, stay away from the cold words written, let the mighty ones warm up all the frost-bitten.

Brother, time is witness, you can defeat anything to be amonger, a believer.

Brother, keep calling him and smalling your desires, you’ll find his surge through the wires, this world all these attires, nothing remains, all expires.

Brother, Give it me thy will, thy soul, thy small thy ill, I’ll fill the cup, pouring the light is my skill.

Brother, see yourself first I do not lie, those only blind readily cry, ages in the making my heaven is not broke, just waiting to meet destiny’s stroke.

Brother, heaven did I ever wanted more than your loyalty, your friendship is more valuable than your royalty.

Brother, All must have the gift unconditional, yes, life was a gift but provisional, truth of your soul is by my side, give me your soul take your pride.

Brother, depending scares me, truth bares me, and your touch cares me, I am not equipped but this solitude gears me, I know o friend, it is in my chest that wears me.

Brother, I answer when you ask, I am formless of which you are mask, I am the light under which you bask, and submission is your final task.