I Will Not Be Eve

Time and God's hand has shaped and formed me. 

Carved out my yesterday so I have hope for tomorrow. 

Faith has replaced my sorrow and scorn born of a mustard seed. 

So many years passed us by like blinking an eye, plucked out. 

A different man altogether now makes me shout and scream hallelujah!

Not the one with the ruler, but the rule, laid me straight out. 

My shiver and shake and the sugar in my cake, come forth like the woman of Proverbs 31. 

You want the one in Genesis my friend, but I run from all that.  I will not be Eve, just call me Esther.


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