To my beautiful ladies: And God said, it was not good for man to be alone so He created you But somewhere along the line someone changed your perspective shifted your view Like Eve, you listened to the wrong voice and took a huge tasty bite of deception Now your stomach is upset cause your spirit wont digest it No longer the woman that works in the confidence of ultimate artistic design Submit your name change: well call you compromise This is what happens when, your gospel is according to whoever is at the top of your playlist And the media has become your Bible Searching scripture of magazines to be told you are a dancing lead in Satans recital But you are not her and she is not you Cause we are called to so much more than make up, hair, clothes and shoes And dropping it like its hot, even if were able to We are women of a different status, 31 to be exact We are content, with not looking like anyone else because we know our differences are not reasons to be jealous but Gods fingerprint We dont run around talking about how there are no good men We know if we apply half as much effort on the inside as we do on the out, well stop drawing the wrong attention Slow to speak, quick to listen Receiving intervention from a higher dimension Seeking purpose watching our God-given visions come to fruition Never forgetting, that we have been forgiven much So we eat, we live, we breathe, we give, we even sweat love Always ready to hear from the women with silver hair Seeds have been sown And their wisdom saturates our soil clipping our dead-ends for growth Youll find us always promoting unity Serving in our communities Using our gifts and talents as an all-glory-to-God opportunity Wake up in the morning with a grind-for-the-Most-High on our mind Constantly being refined to be the exact of our Architects design We have no hearts So heres the answer before the question: Any man who wants our heart will go to Christ knowing its in His possession Yes, we are beautiful And barefoot in the kitchen of grace Pregnant with purpose, baking to praise, Jesus is who we crave Awaiting to come to full-term so we can deliver back what has been deposited Knowing good and well one day we all will be audited Mercy gives us second chances so we aint receive it, we outta get We needed an intervention Christ came to do loss-prevention On a cross he was stretched and fully extended And we, we were given an extension Here me, an extension Here me, cause this price was worth far more than your finest Indian remy I know we can change the things we dont like all for a simple cost But bottox, lipo and implants aint got nothing on what was accomplished on that cross Cause you cant implant in yourself a new spirit or life will suck away your sin You cant lap-band your addictions and you cant bottox away your depression We all need Him Its time to change your status, 31 to be exact Dont be afraid of whats abstract, let the Spirit of God be what attracts We are women of a different status, this world we will impact, 31 to be exact
Posted on: Mon, 26 Jan 2015 12:29:16 +0000
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