A Redeemed Bride 

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 

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