It swirls around in the depths of my soul:
Jesus made me righteous, He made me whole.
I don’t need any man to tell me the way.
I don’t need a human leader in order to pray.
I don’t need to make myself smaller than I already am.
I must speak loudly, for at 5’2 I stand.
I don’t need to make myself weaker than I’ve already been.
Being plagued with insecurity is nothing but sin.
They tell me to submit, my thoughts are not great:
A wife and mother only, that is your fate.
I knew I was more the day I met my Lord.
I fell to my knees, His presence I absorbed.
Just like Mary, I was only a child.
God said I was chosen, so I ran free and wild.
My passion was plenty, my interests were few.
If I can’t be a preacher, what will I do?
Beg for another calling? I must have heard wrong.
I think I am allowed to sing, Lord give me a song.
But when I try, I can’t write a whole song.
I can write a sermon, but for a woman, that’s wrong.
My wings were clipped by religious people who knew better.
They were older, wiser, and much more clever.
Their whitewashed hearts are bent on the letter of the law.
Just like the pharisees, they miss the point of it all.
I pressed my heart down and tears rolled down my face.
I made myself little, I let them put me in my place.
I allowed oppression to squash my power.
Not anymore, I will not cower.
They will call me Jezebel and try to make me afraid.
But the Spirit inside me will come to my aid.
We are daughters of God, not daughters of fear.
The Kingdom is now, the Kingdom is here.
We are made in God’s image, we are His delight.
We take back our authority in Jesus, this is our right.
Get out of our way, enemy, all you do is lie.
We were born to preach, we must prophesy.
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