Grace of God make us Holy.

 

With nothing but a pound of flesh

and the look in your brown eyes.

sometimes I feel a confession

of hearing this prayer of delight.

 

hide a reaction, begging for trust

that I care for the sensual...

not to be consumed by this lust

as you undress like a ritual.

 

your pale nakedness honors god.

A prayer full of confusion

as much as your song is a bond,

please articulate this lesson...

 

as your spread naked to see

your body has a temple's warmth.

A hallelujah song of the dream

inside there has been a storm.

 

You're the bread of this church...

in gratitude, I drink the wine.

there is a fire but hope hurts.

You're a light leading the blind.

 

Your music is a heartfelt drum

like a war-cry fighting darkness.

Victory rests on your tung.

Your wet labor will bear witness.

 

The reflecting light of the moon

though it is the light's glory

between your legs, I am consumed...

by the grace of god make us holy.