Queen

She carried herself like a champion,
She was one in my eyes.

Exalted, she shone with the glory of the Lord.
Speaking His word like a prophet.

Couldn't have been older than 10 or 11, she carried herself like the Queen she was.

Honored to be given the responsibility of the sermon, she did it justice.
Speaking and preaching the word of God with all the seriousness the Lords word deserved,
Switching to her mother tongue, I became jealous of how vast her Yoruba vocabulary was.
The words rolled off her tongue with ease.
Her phonetics immaculate, I was envious of her confidence.

She paused for a brief song, the crowd joined her.
It was an enlightening event to witness. After the sermon was wrapped up, a standing ovation followed, deservedly so.

In those few minutes she ascended to a Queen through the glory of the Lord.
No longer a girl, far from a woman. We had witnessed a miracle.