I Am A Woman Of Grace

happy woman running fingers through her hair

I am a sparrow that flies by night
Because you said that my form is too shameful
to be seen in the light.

I am caught in the snare of the fowler by day,
trapped in a golden cage, for the sake of the Judge above.

But tell me, do I need to be ashamed of my fiery spirit
and the waters of eternity flowing through my soul?

Do I need to bow my head down and curse myself
again and again, in remorseful repentance
for simply being who I am?

I am a wild creature, a free bird that dares to dream
of wondrous things beyond the sky

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