what defines me?
is it the label on my jeans?
or the French perfume that I wear?
what defines me?
is it the colour of my skin, or the scars that I bear?
The Son of Man, He defines me.
The Holy One defines me.
Night after night I lie in His arms, and He says over me, "fearfully and wonderfully you are fashioned, that's who you are"
that's what defines me!
What my Jesus says and not your toxic words that shaped and framed my past.
Not a mistake, but Christ's bride.
I am not destruction, I am emancipation.
Blood washed I remain, shame removed, never to be the same again.
In love I was crafted, along the way, life caused deep cracks to form,
but LOVE has claimed me back as His own.
Now I know what defines me... (... it is His love).
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