WARRIOR PRINCESS

I am not a pretty damsel in distress enclosed in the comfort of her chamber and the vanity of her corset.

I may not be better on an ordinary prince's standards but definitely seeking favor of my extraordinary King.

My Master's honor shine all the brighter than my tiara, my faith glitters than the jewels in my treasure chest.

Passion, purity and faithfulness are my prized possessions.

I am a beautiful warrior princess.

I fight for my Master and King. 

His word is my sword and His love is my armor.

I stay in the battle field carrying His banner till I am found by a warrior whose heart is after the heart of our King.

Until then I will fight my battles and I will wait not just for the promised warrior who fashions the same cause; who delights and desires for the glory of our King.

But ultimately I will wait for You my Saviour King.

Alabaster Jar

I am not a rare godly woman
So why would you care?
I'm filthy as the woman
carrying the jar of alabaster
Trying to find a place
at the feet of my Master
I have nothing to give nor offer
But my tears and my hair
Both worthless and insignificant
For a woman to whom people are indignant

Unworthy and unlovable
Unseen and misjudged
Rejected and misunderstood am I not?
Kept being reminded of my stained past
While the present is a struggle
I wrestle as much

So tell me godly man?
Would you care for someone
So ugly and broken a woman?
Would you look behind the veil of my past?
And with much love just like Jesus said
Could say that what I did and what I can make is a beautiful thing?

RUBBER-SHOED FEET

I took a picture of you
Just of your feet
Wearing a pair of rubber shoes
I wonder and marvel
Of how far you've traveled
And yet the white canvass
Is without a speck of dust
Nor an ugly smudge
From paths laden with mud
Or from grease covering
The busy streets you've passed

I took a picture of you
And wonder if wishes do come true
If we could explore
Some wonders together
Or perhaps share
A cup of coffee or two

I wonder why I took 
Just a picture of your feet
When there were over a thousand and hundred
Little replicas of you
Crazy as it sounds my reasoning be
But perhaps as I walk along this life's journey
And carefully look down
To choose every step
I might come across
Those rubber-shoed feet
And raise my eyes
To find that we've meet