09-15-2015

My king, gift from God

They call you “black” to separate and demean you,

But Black should remind you of how you were fashioned – in royalty and kingship

You are king; strong and bold

They tried to break you down, make you worthless

But in doing that, only aided in building you up

See what the world doesn’t know is they can never determine your worth

You were given concrete and up grew a rose

They measure your value by what you have

But I see where you started and the progress you have made

Beaten, broken, taken from your land to a foreign place

Stripped of your name, your culture

Even taken from the ones you love

Forced to procreate and have your children stolen

Titled “deadbeat,” but they beat – this behavior into you

Out of this history of pain and brokenness,

Still you survive

They call you “nigger” and “thug” while ignoring your inventions, degrees and the fact that this country was built on your back

They tell you that your dark skin is ugly

That the coils in your hair are repulsive,

But to me, you embody beauty

God thought so much of this man that he spared him no detail

Your dark skin can weather the sun

Firm, yet gentle enough to become one… with mine

Hated, yet envied because many kill themselves trying to become what you were born with

From kinks to coils, faded to locs

Every part is beautiful

Your round nostrils allow you to inhale every breath of life and remember its gift

The world may disregard you, but let me lift you up

You were created to lead, be strong and follow God’s example

As a woman, I will promise to not take that from you

I will submit to your lead,

Knowing that as you follow God, your will is submitted to Him

I will be your backbone, your strength when you are weak

In those moments, I will never look at you as less

Fashioned from your rib, I will protect your heart

Let my lap be a sacred place for your head to lay

Relax and let your guard down, while my fingers massage your scalp,

Rubbing away the stress of the day

My king, I will pray for you

That you hear God and receive His favor…..

Made To Worship

Sitting here listening to Briana Babineaux on YouTube in worship and it really hits me. 
The only times I have every felt 100% complete and content in life have been in the depths of worship.  That uninhibited place where it is just me and God; even if it was on stage during worship service.  At that very moment when I'm in the place where nothing else matters and I can just sing from the very core of me.  When everything that is me is bowed before God, totally surrendered and what comes out of my mouth is directly sung to Him.  

We were made to worship

I want more of this.

I need more.

I need to worship

I need to sing; not to glorify the gift that He gave, but because He gave me this gift, I will use it to be closer to Him.

I have to become a worshipper.  

I want my child to know and experience the fullness of His presence and what it is like to be totally surrendered to God. 

I have to lead by example.

Most of all I NEED this.  I have to be in that place. 

I was made to worship

Lord show me where you would have me to be.  I want nothing more than your will for my life.   I want every thing that you want me to have.  All the peace, the joy, prosperity, influence..... All that is mine.  

Music hits my soul like no other thing in this world.  I know there is a place for my gift to be magnified, to glorify and usher in the presence of God.  Without this, I am incomplete.  Lord lead me to the place that you have prepared for me.  Show me where you would have me serve.  Teach me to live a life that is dedicated to You.  All of you and less of me.  

Lord I was made to worship you and I lay down my life, so that I can have the life you have for me. 

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