Woman King

I am the dust of the Earth,

I may not be very valuable to you,

But to God,

Yes,

I,

Even me,

I do have Worth.

 

I am the righteousness of the King,

Softly slain by life,

But to me,

To this pile of dust does He bring,

He brings Life,

He took away my pain and strife,

In Him,

does this Women King delight.

 

Woman King?

Wonderig what I mean?

God in me,

And me in Him,

He brings to this pile of dust,

To me,

To you,

And to generations after us,

That Salavaion and royalty is a must.

Now you know what I mean,

Having seen,

The precious promise ring,

I am and will always be,

a Woman King.

 

 

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