Priceless

Mon, 05/30/2016 - 07:39 -- Beambor

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!

 

 

 

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