My God is a black woman...

When I hear of the majesty, the strength and the grace of God,
I can’t help but believe that he’s a black woman.
When you hear of his generosity, his sacrifice and great love,
I’m convinced he’s a black woman.
A God who could love those who turn their backs on him,
A God who could forgive those who nailed him to a cross
& beat and spat at him.
Isn’t that the love that defines a black woman.
Beaten, robbed, raped and abused. The black woman
Is still overflowing with so much love.
See a mother visiting her murderer son in a prison cell,
See a wife, welcoming home an abusive husband,
See a daughter forgiving an uncle who violated her.
See the love of a black woman.
My mom who worked her fingers bare, so we could eat,
I see God in her beautiful, powerful spirit
Yes, My God is a black woman…