That special moment when we appreciate birth and rebirth.
The only Son and Father,working together to implement the foundation of "creation."
The Dove, a powerful, joyful, passionate and compassionate spirit of guidance. It is sad, yet there are still so many who continuously accompany scientific "deliberation."
In the hands of my Father, I was molded from the rib of a man. In the hands of my Father, I as a black woman, mother and sister am allowed to generate the metamorphosis of a human being and molded again by the pain.
The circulation and blossom of growth, as it illuminates our senses... and awakens "LOVE." It is here that I have one simple question. When will "YOU," Let Us Out? We look into the mirror, and often try to ignore some of those things that blind our perception.
Affraid that maybe a wound, a past, and at times a future may, and will keep us from blessings that are on display. Ask of Him, then Let Us Out, without dismay.
Let Us Out spiritually.
Let Us Out emotionally.
Let Us Out politically.
Let Us Out so that we can be, the Black Phenomonal Woman God intended for "Us" to be!
THEN IN YOUR HEART, LET US OUT AND TOGETHER WE CAN BE