Songs of Mata

And if I'm ever broken Let it be from You If my heart were ever torn within my chest Let it only be because Your hand made it so Slay this flesh Lord Let it be buried with every moon and sun that sets Only to see Your Genesis rise again within me

You carry the breath of God You, and not the church building You carry the glory of God You, and not the Sunday dress You carry th e are the temple of the living God The One True Living God :: We Are Temples ::

I am an infinite existence. The forest has always existed within its seed. You are an infinite existence. What is your seed?

Short but beautiful Life, it seems is just a preview for the real thing Call me foolish maybe But you are too grand a deal to just test me On whether my sentencing be heaven or hell I'm breaking this ugly religious box That's had me "wait" for Jesus on the clouds I think more than the Sunday Church I crave a deeper Friday night fellowship I want the biggest, most intimate Most heart breaking and yet the most healing of the four letter everything. Life

Many men have found her impossible Weak women call her a sin They see the curve of her breast; the thickness of her thighs; the stretch of her neck and brand her 'unwise' But as provocative as she is She is no sin Fierce as a lion, pure as a dove The strength in her posture The vigor of her arms Detail in her eyes and the sway of her hips she's not the sin of your sex your play or game to be caught. She is beyond reasonable depth.