A woman! Really that was the last thing I expected.
A woman. Yet what has dogged my feet has been
Others who feel as though they don't measure up
Can't be loved, not good enough, evil, sinful
Where does it stop? Because the words are
There for us to read, children brought in
Women spoken to and touched
I have loved you with an everlasting love
The steadfast love of God, existing
Time and again, through the age
And still we believe the other words
You are not enough, you are wrong,
You are less
Believing that somehow, someway
They are true when the words are not
Because we are heirs in Christ, children
Of God, whether we are Jew or Greek or slave
Or male or female it levels the board
Clears the deck and claims you as good!