Priceless
PRICELESS
You remember the glow in your eyes the first time you saw her
as you beheld her through the maker’s lens
You called her woman
And right there, you wooed her with the bone of my bone and the flesh of my flesh lyrics
Oh yeah, the man in her was wooed by your intimidating gaze
And nothing, I mean, nothing within her questioned your superiority
Cos she has never battled with inferiority
You can be Adam, and I Eve
My individuality complimenting your personality
Our identity wrapped up in the maker’s authority
Don’t remind me of my fragilities
I know I lost it once
When I allowed that identity
To be questioned by our adversary
But God knew too well not to give up on me
As He reshuffled his cards and repositioned me in His scheme of redemption
His Love for me is unquantifiable
Not to quantified by the number of roses I got last night
Or the number of my figure, be it 1, 2, 3 or 8
For I was created in His image, after His very likeness
That I look just like Him
I was never an afterthought
As I appeared in creation’s diary
An answer to His solemn need
“And the Lord God said,
It is not good that man should be alone
And He created ME!”
Made of life to exude life
Built so strong, yet so soft
Beautiful, Graceful, Rounded and Complete
My beauty is present in all seasons
In pains my love extends
In struggles it never lessens
I’m like the fruit that constantly ripens
I shine so bright that I cast my own shadows
My strength grows no matter what happens
My wisdom increases with every battle
The reason lies within my deepest soul
Beneath the depth of my lasting vows
For in me lies the strength of womanhood
And in that strength lies the fulfillment of the creator’s decree
My womanity doesn’t spell weak
For I’ve come to know that except I die I abide alone
And in that death of self,
Constantly beholding His face as in a mirror
I see the true picture
Of who I am
PRICELESS! For I am the designer’s finest touch
PRICELESS! Delectable than my Gucci bags
Pricelessly Priceless beyond the effects of my Mary Kay
My stilettoes can’t pay for my identity
My Indian Remmy can’t stand the blood of His son!
And because I’m special
I have my sense of self
And it’s no longer for sale
I know who I am
And in the spirit of faith
I’ve got all it takes
For I am the King’s duaghter
Royalty is my name!