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Mmm… mind on things above,
> let it rise like smoke from a Sunday candle,
> drifting past the clutter, past the weight,
> past every little earthly tug that tries to pull me down.
> I sway slow, eyes half‑closed,
> letting heaven be the only thing I look up to.*
>
> *And in that sway, I bow —
> not broken, just willing.
> Submit myself to God with a soft exhale,
> let His name settle in my chest like a bassline.
> And every shadow that used to chase me
> backs off, backs out, backs down —
> devil can’t hold a woman who knows who she stands under.*
>
> *Now the sway turns into purpose.
> He whispers I’m His handiwork,
> carved with care, shaped with fire,
> created in Christ for good works already waiting on my path.
> I feel that truth in my fingertips,
> in the slow roll of my shoulders,
> in the bluesy hum rising from my throat.
> I wasn’t just lifted —
> I was designed to rise.*
>
> *So let me keep swaying upward,
> mind lifted, heart submitted,
> hands ready for whatever good He laid out for me.
> This slow blues ain’t sadness —
> it’s ascent.
> And every note I sing
> is me stepping into the woman He made.*
Details
GeneratedJun 28, 2026
Duration2:34
LanguageEnglish
Style
Etta James soul bules, minimal instrumentals. Slow beat, a holy realization of where she's come.
Credits
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BrightThunder915
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