Chosen as a vessel the birth comes through
naturally in command she knows what to do.
She is the walls of the house holding it together.
Gentle is her strength ready for whatever.
She is but a gentle woman.

Out of her mouth comes nothing in haste
she knows in God's eyes that is only a waste.
She is patient in spirit though the battle is strong
she knows that God won't make it last to long.
She is but a patient, gentle woman.


She will have a time to speak, keep quiet, to cast stones and to cry.
She knows it temporary so she doesn't ask why.
She has to go through to get to the other side
She takes her God along for the ride.
"Joy cometh in the morning, weeping endures for a night"
This sistuh stands tough she doesn't put out the light.
She is but a strong, patient, gentle woman.
She is BUT a WOMAN.