The me I know is called black that’s okay for it’s but a word, a description of the colour that’s my skin.
The me I know is God’s that’s okay for it is the me reborn, a state of being that’s in the here and now and for His purpose, I so define.
The me I know, knows her worth, that’s okay for it’s a mindset shift, a knowing of true self, enabled by whose I am, the divine.
The me I know who is His, has escaped, that’s okay, for it is time for release from ancient potholes marked “unworthy” to embrace the liberation of the Saviour of nations.
Soaring with healed wings away from the snare of the fowler and refusing a status defined with distaste by my external colour.
The me I know lives in the reality of her Saviour’s finished work among remnant saints a family of nations and tribes of a multicoloured hue, that’s okay for we are one, the human race.
©Deborah E. Nyamekye 9/10/2016
2 thoughts on “The Me I Know”
Amen! You are fearfully and wonderfully made.. 🙂
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Thank you! So are you! 🌹