PRISCILLA PASSION

i am not common.
standing five foot six, #1 of 7 billion
brown and Delicate

rare and chosen
anointed

my body was knit by the hand of God
spirit woven with the thread of purpose
voice carrying the sound of Vision
one of one
i am not common

so why do I see myself plainly
in the mirror, I see with my own lowly brown eyes
familiar with failure
close with my comfort
partnered with my proclivity for treating myself plainly

as if God’s eyes are not always gazing at me

imagine His gaze. (pause)
cuddling the one He created
when I need it most. 
i remember I am made in the image of God. 
i cannot be common

my design is peculiar
belonging exclusively to one person
Yahweh. 

frail and fragile but I’m worth the breathe.

13 You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body
    and knit me together in my mother’s womb.
¹⁴ Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex!
    Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it.
¹⁵ You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion,
    as I was woven together in the dark of the womb.
¹⁶ You saw me before I was born.
    Every day of my life was recorded in your book.
Every moment was laid out
    before a single day had passed.

¹⁷ How precious are your thoughts about me,^[b] O God.
    They cannot be numbered!
¹⁸ I can’t even count them;
    they outnumber the grains of sand!
And when I wake up,
    you are still with me!
psalm 139:13-18

i am not common and will never see myself that way

music by RRAREBEATS “Prophecy”