What If God Is a She

Tayo I have something heavy on my mind…

Mmm…

Yeah…

Shhh… come closer…

This one ain’t loud—

It’s holy.

Verse 1

There’s been a thought layin’ naked in my mind,

Left me a hundred times, came back refined.

Started as a spark that played with my brain,

Didn’t touch my heart—

…not then.

It lingered in the shadows, soft and slow,

Wouldn’t let me sleep, wouldn’t let me go.

From a whisper heavy with desire,

To a melody hummin’ like a choir.

Do you wanna hear the truth I barely say?

Lower my voice, don’t let the room hear me pray.

This thought turned my body into a shrine—

Touched my soul in a very familiar way.

What if God is a she…

Mmm… sit with that gently.

What if God is a she…

Would you still fall to your knees?

Would she still answer prayers

When we misname her energy?

Look at love, look at life…

Tell me, what if God is a she?

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Verse 2

What if nature been tellin’ us the whole time?

In the way the moon pull tides like hips sway wine.

In the way seeds split open just to grow,

In the rhythm of birth… slow and holy.

What if the truth ain’t loud, just soft and deep,

Like breath on skin or the way lovers sleep?

What if God is she in the wind when it sighs,

In the way your chest rise when you close your eyes?

Pre-Chorus 2

Would it change how you pray if you said her name?

Would your “thank you” feel warmer when it came?

If she gave you life, fed you through pain—

Would you worship different… or the same?

What if God is a she…

Would you let her see you weak?

What if God is a she…

Would you let her hear you plead?

She still answers prayers

Even when we say “he”…

I’m just askin’ you softly—

What if God is a she?

What if they knew…

And power made ‘em quiet?

What if the divine been feminine

But patriarchy denied it?

What if she been patient, legs crossed,

Waitin’ on us to speak her name?

Stop procrastinatin’ devotion…

Stop miscallin’ her flame…

What if…

Mmm…

What if…

Final Chorus

What if God is a she…

Would little girls see infinity?

Women imams, rabbis, popes in robes—

Would hope feel closer to reach?

She gave you breath, she gave you touch,

She gave you rhythm, she gave you trust.

I ain’t preachin’, I ain’t decree—

I’m just wonderin’…

What if God is a she?

Mmm…

Just a thought…

But thoughts…

They birth worlds.

Tayo that was deep…