MY LOVE FOR YOU IS NO GRAVEN IMAGES

My love for you is no graven images

Look within the depth of my being!

Tell me what you see!

Should I be concerned of your findings?

Have you noticed within statues of

Clay, steel, or wood?

Have you by chance fallen upon

Images of such nature?

Or even enframed pictures of beings,

Ideas believed at one point to

Have been alive or ideal?

Have you then stumbled into a room

Where the one enthroned in majesty

Is not your own but another,

A vagabond or imposter?

Search me, O search me

Again and again…. search me for

My love for you is no graven images

Written in 2000s

MBM-Tine Brice

WOMAN

(Translated from Creole version)

I’m truly an important tool inside God’s house

As they get water from a well they pulled me from man’s rib

Many call me flower when they see me stand in beauty

I give birth with pain due to disobedience

Nine months I carry a person within to give back what I took

But a day is too long to take what must be returned later

When flower fades you don’t see its beauty but I have a secret

When skin deep beauty betrays me inside my heart true love’s rays pierce

Age and experience entwine to show the kids the way

Where love abides always in a land we’re invited

I explained to them well that love can’t be compared

So they don’t fall into mischief or be tricked by imposters

I told them the Blood of Jesus shed, do wash away all sins

And if they give Jesus their heart and live for Him alone

They too can be an important tool in the house of the Living God

Like me a little pole in God’s Temple, they call me WOMAN

Written October 21, 2003

MBM-Tine Brice