How odd it seems
That you would bring out the God in me
I had given up/Hated livin' up
To expectations, and certain situations. Thought I was strong
Constricted my reach, to breach and teach, and I was wrong
You lifted, and before I realized how you were gifted
You sifted through me, used me to my own prediction
We conformed and complied, you and I
You and I. And its deeper than that.
Purposefully implying the power of prayer, the purpose of peace
The pieces of my shoulders and perpendicular feet, go head n preach
Knew my greatness, and grasped to my gifts, gathering grace
And asked the lord, for my sake, so I wouldn't break
But Bend like a willow in the wind to the will of Him
To work through and use me, truly, and get my fill of Him
Pressed down, shaken, abundant and overwhelming
She brought me closer to myself, and God. Now, can you tell me
What the worth is of a righteous woman?
And its deeper than that.
Cuz Im happy, and they know it
And my hands, my feet, they show it
When standing where I would sit
Thanking Him for hands black as the pit
Because its deeper than it was, deeper than the love
Its God.
And it cant get any deeper than that.
