Hold up wait a minute here
I did not even catch that
I was so busy being exited and flattered
That I did not sit back and
Analyze the reality of what really mattered
No you did not interview me
I don't care who you are
no you didn't
well who interviewed you
who screened you
who schooled you
how dare you put me on the spot
as if you caught me with my hand in the pot
I do not need to be approved by you
If you are so interested
You know what to do
Call me
Ask me
Don't send middleman
Missile man may trans-late or
Too early
Bird catch your own worm
don't get nervous or squirm
what you work for is what you earn
I know who I am
And whose I am
I have been made and molded
By his hand
So if you want to know me truly
Ask the one who knows me fully
What you see is not what you get
To know the unseen know my spirit
Then you will hear it
The truth, to who am I
So stop the one hundred questions
Because I only have one answer
I am a child of the king
A for sure good thing
Washed in the blood
Of the lamb
Delivered by his hand
A princess
A woman of power
A lady
A precious flower
A soldier of the lord
I carry his sword
And use it skillfully
I am female yet I
Proclaim his name boldly
With his power and might
I do fight
So enough of the twenty questions
I can't believe I even answered one
You won?t catch me off guard again
Through this experience
Wisdom has rained