Lost since

At times, we are victims of unloving fathers
Earthly fathers that belittle the girl-child
Making us question our very own source
The tree from which we sprung cast us aside
Labelling us solely by the gender we carry
Causing us immense emotional damages
Inflicting harm no man can ever save us from

Lost truths

They lured us with passionate songs of lust 
Impregnated us and added us to their harem 
The boys and men that should call us blessed
Collect the daughters of Sarah as possessions
Helpmeets, now reduced to servants, fighting 
To win the hearts of mortal men made of dust
Neglecting that of the Father that so love them

Lost

She says she is ugly, she is not thin enough
She says she is fat, short she is not beautiful 
She ignores the ‘beautiful’ verdict of the Creator
But she believes all the reports of the created
She was made to reveal the warmth of God
But alas, that which was made for honor
Sadly, has lost all her virtues to dishonor

The Man by the well

There is a Man by the well. The man is a Jew
Strange, Jews have no dealings with Samaritans
She braced herself to draw water for her water-pot
Her mind was still wounded, her emotions still dead
Her heart as always was heavy, her soul still burdened
Then the Man by the well spoke, saying, ‘Give me a drink’

The Gift of Myrrh

Gold, frankincense and myrrh, wise men brought 
To He, whose star had appeared in the night sky
Gifts symbolic of the life and death of Christ Jesus
Wise men came from the East and foretold this day
The day the Lord of all, for all of us, went to Sheol