Editor’s note: I wrote a poem in honor of the Leading Ladies and attendees of the PreacherWoman 2017 retreat. Adapted from Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou, it was very well received. I pray it blesses you, too.
Unbelievers wonder where my power lies.
The source of my might
Is not obvious to their eyes,
But when I start to tell them
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my God’s arms,
How He carries me on His hips.
The stride of His omnipotent steps,
The wisdom from His lips.
I am His woman.
A Christian, you see.
I am a Christian Woman.
That’s me.
I walk into a room
Just as peaceful as you please
And to a man,
The unbeliever tries to take my peace from me
And bring me to my knees.
They poke and prod and signify,
Just a hive of jealous bees.
I say,
It’s the Holy Ghost fire in my eyes
And my testimony between my teeth
The eager lifting of my hands
And ready joy in my feet.
I am His woman
Can’t you see?
A Christian
I am a Christian Woman
That’s me.
Unbelievers themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner serenity.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the mercies of my Father,
The renewing of my mind
Transformation proves His perfect will
Worldly conformity is not my kind
Because
I am His woman
Can’t you see?
A Christian
I am a Christian Woman
That’s me.
Now you understand
Just why my head is high
I don’t have to boast or brag
Or make it a habit to lie.
When you see me passing
I am never ghetto loud.
I am a righteous woman
That ought to make you proud.
I say
Don’t you understand?
I am a chosen generation
Shouting His praises all over this land.
A royal priesthood, a holy nation,
His light within me you cannot ban
I am His woman
A Christian, you see.
I am a Christian Woman.
That’s me.