I was held from the beginning.
God’s BLACK seed, nurtured way before I was even conceived.
Imagine God’s artistry in creating me, moulding and forming me until I was made ‘perfect’ in HIS eyes and planted for the world to see.
He breathed His life in me, spoke over me and released me by His purpose.
Though I was wordless, still through the process He never rendered me worthless.
Imagine God’s artistry in creating me, moulding and forming me until I was made ‘perfect’ in HIS eyes and planted for the world to see.
He breathed His life in me, spoke over me and released me by His purpose.
Though I was wordless, still through the process He never rendered me worthless.
Now, despite our complexity of words, we are compressed beneath the surface.
We can’t breathe under the weight of society.
Why should we wait to exhale our anxieties…
We’re so exposed, still they scarcely cover us,
But choose to cover up that which is untold, unexposed, and thus still unsolved.
Still, we can’t conform to this as the end of our story.
We won’t be subdued, nor confined, nor undermined.
I think back to the beginning.
I grip unto God’s artistry in creating a BLACK me,
To when He moulded me and formed me,
Made me perfect in His eyes and then the world to see.
To when HE DEFINED ME most importantly,
Breathed His life in me and spoke purpose over me when I was released,
A BLACK seed, nurtured before I was even conceived.
I was held from the beginning.