You saw me,
underneath the tomboy slouch and martial arts dreams
shadow boxing with my father’s billionaire ambitions,
shutting down soft, armoring vulnerable,
a scorner of sensitive and gentle beings,
growing up at odds with me,
fighting my skin and rejecting meek
ashamed of the blossoming
lost, so utterly lost within
trying on designer identities given by the world
an object in bondage, labeled, used, manipulated,
the young fight’s gone, those voices had lied
broken, I was broken,
and then you came.
Reminding me, remembering me
delighting in me, enjoying me
your gentle, sensitive kindness
awakening the feminine I’d oppressed
always knowing she wasn’t safe.
Holy Spirit, Abba, and Yeshua
Now in your hands I place my life, my spirit
discovering love and casting off shame,
at last safe, secure, seen and known
because I’m just a girl, learning to be loved
trusting your hope and tender grace
to be your woman of chayil
courageous in faith and strong in heart,
beautiful in meek submission to your glorious grace
Amen.
Creative Pray 