Simultaneously your breath inhabits our lungs, your gleam of glory swims upon our world, and your force of love pulling us into righteousness like gravity. Your hands of grace coming together to cradle us, as you sing soft lullabies quilted in mercies.
As you clothed the universe with your infinite beauty, I a spec; have been made a diadem in Your crown of glory.
A Lily in Zion, tearing the fences of feminism, and stigmas of " think like a man".
A fragile thing silencing every wind.
A lioness roaring thunders; echoed in Your boldness.
A fruitful tree planted in the Garden of Eden. The forbidden Apple of Your eye.
A pack leader, multiplying generations of Kings & Queens.
I have been made a drop of water, primitively stemming from the Jordan river, used to quench the thirst of the lost ones.
A finger, playing the melodies of Your salvation.
A trumpet, sounding the glory of Your majesty.
Ashes, molded into an anatomy of purity. With hymns of the magnitude of Your truth flowing through my stems.
I am a Lily seated in Zion.