Floriana’s Story (Lily Pt. 2) ft. Wrath and Grace Lyrics

1980 - Floriana was born in Botswana

In a refugee camp to parents torn by the trauma

Of the Angolan Civil War

Her family and friends came to Philadelphia when she was four

Philly, by drugs, ravaged and destroyed

Mom and Dad became addicts to fill their sadness and their void

Her and her siblings now in the public school system

Bullied and picked on by some other cruel children

They would laugh at them because they were African

Was it "white kids" you ask me who were attacking and slapping them

Nope, it was African-Americans who'd stare at them

And say terrible things about their heritage, embarrassing

This is blatant evidence that racist sentiments

Overflow from our depraved state and hateful pestilence

Because wicked bigotry exists in every ethnicity

Around this time Floriana questioned her identity

She began to cry with a pant and sigh, "Who Am I?

From these deep burning questions I can't hide!

Am I an Angolan? Am I Black Person?

Am I an African, or American? It isn't that certain

Am I Daddy's princess?" It was left unknown

At 6 years old hoping that her parents would come home

Caring for her baby sister she would groan with nervousness

Then removed from her home by the social services

Floriana Chinosanda - born in Botswana

To an Angolan mother and father

A sojourner to the Promised Land

Held all along by her Heavenly Father's hand

Floriana Chinosanda - born in Botswana

To an Angolan mother and father

A sojourner to the Promised Land

Held all along by her Heavenly Father's hand

No longer do they have their mama or father, they're victims

Of abandonment - placed in the foster care system

Who would provide care to these children?

Kindly taken in by two African American women

They were cherished by their foster care parents

But they were not taught God's Biblical view of marriage:

The women would pretend they're friends, but it was never said to them

That they shared the same bed because they were Lesbians

As a teenager her outward clean behavior

Deceived her greatly that she didn't need a Savior

Deception and pride; depressed from the lies

Her medicine was to take refuge in acceptance from guys

Promiscuous, now pregnant and convinced of this

To preserve her life, abort the child

She submits to this wickedness

Which God used to reveal her sinfulness

She murdered her child - she considered that she'd slit her wrists

But God sent a friend to share the gospel of Christ

Who offered His life slaughtered on the cross as the price!

Floriana called on the Lord, her Father

Now she's His gorgeous daughter - she gives him the glory, honor!

This butterfly has been brought out of her cocoon

She prayed, "Forgive me, Lord! I made my womb into a tomb

Make it a place of life again

Little did she know, how the Lord would answer it

When she became the wife of Tim

Floriana Chinosanda - born in Botswana

To an Angolan mother and father

This is her story how Christ has set her free

In Christ now she has found her identity

Floriana Chinosanda - born in Botswana

To an Angolan mother and father

This is her story how Christ has set her free

In Christ now she has found her identity

The world wondered what she saw in a white dude

But she saw through the lens of Scripture - with Christ's view

Some claimed there'd be strain from "inter-racial" marriage

But they shared the same praise for the Savior they cherished

Formerly pride-filled them

But they're being conformed to Him

who died just to rise and by His stripes healed them

Walking through the wilderness side-by-side pilgrims

The Lord would abundantly bless them with 9 children

Amazingly patient with her husband's sinfulness

Gracious, tenacious, with her love for Brindle kids

In 2018, CRT's ploy's ferocious

The Brindle marriage - it was almost destroyed by wokeness

Telling Tim to repel his skin

And that Floriana has been oppressed by his relative's hellish kin

Kids asking about their melanin

Am I half oppressed or half oppressor, Mom, Dad, can you tell us, then?

Some said leave the White Evangelical Church

But through her discernment she could tell it's berserk

Christ bled for this, One Church, His precious gift

This so-called exodus is against the Old and New Testaments

She would reject the advice

That her husband's an oppressor whose white

She has every blessing in Christ

Aware of her privileges as an American citizen

Helped Tim to cherish the skin his Creator has given him

She's dazzled by her Master's sacrifice

Now humbled to serve gladly as a pastor's wife

Yet even this doesn't change her identity

She's the Father's beloved daughter in Christ who set her free

She praises the Lord for her ethnic heritage

But who she is in Christ - there is no comparison

Now they share with kids

We're not Black and White

we're Angolan-Irish-Polish-German-English-Americans

Christ saved her Mom - now hooked up to a breather

Weeks later she passed - our Grandma Maria

Jesus gave us Natalia, Micaiah, Madelina

Evangeline, Justus, Asaph, Timmy, Sophia

Floriana Chinosanda - from Botswana

Her identity is not a persona

Not a "Black" Woman or "Person of Color," either

But IN CHRIST is mainly how God the Father sees her

Floriana Chinosanda - from Botswana

Her identity is not a persona

Not a "Black" Woman or "Person of Color," either

But IN CHRIST is mainly how God the Father sees her

Timothy Brindle, though wickedly sinful

Now sings with his kids and wife from the Trinity Hymnal

Not as a "White" man does he identify

But (as) "a Man in Christ" - 2 Corinthians 12:2

Who was sent to die - and ascended high