Preaching in Pink

Verse 1

They kept saying, “Girl, you’ve got a fire,

You’ve got a voice that shakes the room.”

They said, “Step up to the platform,

Let the church hear truth from you.”

And my heart beat like a battle drum,

Every compliment felt sweet

But honey words don’t change the scripture,

And desire doesn’t change His decree.

Pre-Chorus

So I opened up the pages

Where the ink’s still warm with breath…

And what I saw felt like a cross to carry,

Something deeper than my wish or my flesh.

Chorus

I ain’t preaching in pink

Not dressing up obedience in something it ain’t.

I’ll lift my voice to heaven, but I won’t take that place.

’Cause the Word draws a line, and the line still stands,

And peace grows stronger when I trust His hands.

It’s a narrow road, but I’d rather walk in sync

With the truth…

So I’m not preaching in pink.

Verse 2

The voices kept on pushing,

“Times have changed, girl, don’t you see?

God can use you any way you want

Just rewrite the boundaries.”

But the garden taught us long ago

What happens when we twist His voice…

Freedom isn’t found in bending fences,

It’s found in making the harder choice.

Pre-Chorus

And the scripture cut me open,

Yet it healed me as it spoke

This design ain’t chains or silence,

It’s a shelter, and the order is hope.

Chorus

I ain’t preaching in pink

Not trading sacred structure for applause that fades.

I’ll teach the sisters, raise the children, sing His name.

But the pulpit belongs to the ones He commands,

And I’m stronger when I let His wisdom stand.

It’s a holy weight to lay down what I think…

So I’m not preaching in pink.

Bridge

I’ve got dreams like anybody,

And a fire that won’t sit still,

But calling doesn’t blossom

When it grows against His will.

He never asked me to be louder

Just faithful where I’m placed.

And the cross is lighter

When I trust His ways.

Chorus

I ain’t preaching in pink

Not dressing up obedience in something it ain’t.

I’ll lift my voice to heaven, but I won’t take that place.

’Cause the Word draws a line, and the line still stands,

And peace grows stronger when I trust His hands.

It’s a narrow road, but I’d rather walk in sync

With the truth…

So I’m not preaching in pink.

Outro

So ohhhhh

I eeehh I

Ain’t preachin’…

In pink.

end