I got this 7-year old piece from the archives…..
Shall we compare her to a summer’s day?/
Or noon in spring when flowers should bloom?/
For sure, she is beautiful/
But like a rose bush she grows thorns,/ those that prick and prod/
It’s like a gold ring in a pig’s snout./
Though pleasing to the eye, she is stinging to the ear/
She kills and wounds/ with her words not carefully brewed/
She larks in the dark,/ eager to attack
She hunts and preys on men of God/
Watching as their lives unfold/
She waits for Potiphar to leave so she can have her kill/
She lulls him to sleep then calls the Philistines to shave him clean/
She is a woe man has to deal with/
She’s a disgrace to the descent of Eve.//
Your dad may have cut you deep with whatever he did/
So you seek security in ‘pesa paps’/
In loaded grandfathers; not your own but others’/ who will buy you that sleek Benz or Vitz./
You feel secure because SAM SUNG you a song with NO KEY-A miss/
Or because unlike Steve HU ran AWEI, Sam will stay/
Or because every night your beauty lies in the eyes of the beer holder/
I want to remind you that security is only in the Father/
He calls you daughter and seeks to eternally glue those hopes that have been shattered/
He loves you – you are the apple of His cornea/ so fall into His arms and surrender.//
(Now can we talk about these deceiving, misguided beliefs we uphold though we still hear the truth?
And if sounding like a broken record will eventually tear the blindfolds from our eyes then so be it!)
I am not a stereotype, I am not a statistic/
The answer is not in Tyra or Oprah Winfrey/
Or a host of talk show hosts who always have just the right dose for the ailing ones./
The answer is at Christ’s feet/
Like Mary, there we should sit and glean./
My beauty does not increase as the night grows older and the morning edges closer,/
As my heels go higher and or our dresses grow shorter and necklines plunge deeper/
My beauty is in obeying Christ-/
In seeking an ageless gentle and quiet spirit/
In knowing that purity is not because of lack of opportunity/
But a realization that compromise and conformity/ only spell out spiritual suicide./
It’s in knowing that a conscious decision with grace on my side/
Leads to a head-held-high walk down the aisle to the altar regardless of whether SAMANTHA got the BRIDAL petals right.//
So ladies, let us emulate this woman of Christ in our generation-
Like Ruth, Esther, Mary, Dorcas and Eunice, she is virtuous/
With noble intent she lives- now that is purpose/
Her past does not define her future, only God’s will for her life does./
She is the Mary Magdalene of her century and is not int-Himidated/
She knows God is not just another village elder who will overlook her for her gender/ He will call and equip her for His service any day and date./
She lives as God designed her and not as evolving standards dictate/
She is more profitable than silver and yields better returns than gold/
The kind of woman who has Adam sold/
The kind that causes him to break into poetry.//
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