No Inside Track

Well I told myself one day, early on a Sunday,

I’d hit my knees and finally pray.                                                          

Just like all the other bible toting mothers

who told me I had lost my way.

I was just about to join them, a born again anointed,

a brand new soul with no more decay.

When from the sky a voice fell.  No pitches and no hard sell,

this is what it had to say…

      I am Jesus.  I am Buddha.  Don’t let them others fool ya.

      You can find me anywhere you need.

      I’m The Spirit.  I am Allah.   I’m all the good you follow

      in a mosque, or in a church, or in a tree.

      Ain’t nobody got no inside track to me.

I told them all the good news, more than one route to choose,

you can climb the mountain several ways.  

It was liberating.  So worth celebrating,

we could all achieve eternal stay.

They looked so disappointed.  I’d never be invited.

They turned and looked the other way.

My words crashed around them just about the time when

I remembered what that voice did say…

      I am Jesus.  I am Buddha…

      Ain’t nobody got no inside track to me.  

Everything is hunky dory, and that’s about my story. 

And it’s alright if you think I’ve strayed.

But it gets me through the daytime; you got yours I got mine.

We’ll all get there its okay

They’ll be no more conditions.  Just to gain admission,

search your soul in which ever way.

If your words crash around them, just about that time then,

remember what that voice did say…

      I am Jesus.  I am Buddha…

      Ain’t nobody got no inside track to me.