‘Soultracker’

I can talk about why
An idea is lame
To uncover its lameness
Evil has a stupid kind of intelligence
It’s frosting coated crap

But I can talk about something amazing
Something so good it just keeps coming
Wanting us to ride it
Like a perfect wave
Like a lover opens up
To undress a soul
When I do what love does
To me
To you
The only way to prove it
Is to be it
When everything is One thing
We are too

The State of Grace
Is the Earth beneath Gods feet
In the wilderness
I tracked
By Wandering
In the Spirit
With Gods creatures
When I find them
They are always tracking God
With their souls

Prayer is not what we do
It is what we are
When we become a prayer
We are Soultrackers too