The black woman is God

The black woman is God In the unpolished settlement of Kachikau, I longed to catch a glimpse of God somehow, Through Christian films and pages of a book, I searched for signs in every nook, In people's hearts and rituals devout, I sought to find what it's all about. But now, I see God in vibrant hue, Cloaked in the colors of life anew, A black woman, divine and true, Whose shadow nurtured me and grew, Bathing me in love's pure light, Washing away the world's dark blight. With gentle hands and fearless might, She stood to fight for what is right, In the face of struggle and strife, She taught me the essence of life, Through trials of servitude and slavery, She shaped me with her wisdom savory. In her precepts, I found my way, To honor the God she is each day, So, forevermore, I see God's grace, In the black woman's radiant face, A divine presence, strong and free, In her, I see God eternally.