There is something mysterious about her
Everyone knows of her struggles
Everyone clings to her dark past
But the joy on her face tells a new story
Of a prodigal who has found her home
There is something mystical about her
In the way she carries herself
When she moves through the crowd
Her feet hardly touches the ground
Her presence leaves a trail of His heart
Wherever her feet touch leaves a mark
There is something heavenly about her
Fame and fortune has no hold on her
He asked her to live free of this world
While He clothes her in perfumes of His love
Which she shares with all she comes into contact with; the abandoned, forgotten, rejected.
I am in awe at the way she smiles through her pain
I hang on her lips when she talks about her God
Who has carried her through all her darkness and gloom
Her face lights up with so much delight
When she shares about her deep love for her God
Who is more real to her than anyone she can see
For He has ransomed her heart
She is sold to the One, who has conquered her heart.
There is a gentleness in her touch
Her eyes filled with love
She is a safe haven for the weary and lost
They run to her and she points them to the lover of her heart
So that they too can experience
His deep and unending love
She leaves me breathless and hungry
Craving for what she has found
Through her laid down life
Abandoned to only His control
The world and what it has to offer
Will never be able to satisfy her again
It has lost its power
His heart is her safe place
She has found her home.
~ Ebigale Wilson