All eyes are on her, as she enters the room
Oblivious to the whispers, she goes her way
Who does she think she is, coming in here
Disturbing our way of doing things
Religion our hiding place
We don’t need her kind here
It exposes our hearts, we are stripped bare
It shows that she’s got something
We have never tasted
Or lost long ago
As she worships without borders
As she pours out her heart
Her brokenness releases a fragrance few have encountered
We get a glimpse of uncharted territories she visits
As she goes lower still, with an all consuming, passionate love for her King
We want to run and hide, because she is exposing our hearts
In her hand the alabaster jar with fragrant oil
To bestow on the One she loves most
The One who has taught her the meaning of love
That religion was worthless and there’s nothing to gain
It’s when we strip bare, we are molded and formed
We then have encounters with heaven on earth
Get lost in the heart of the One we adore
We go on adventures with the Lover of our heart
We come to that place where it’s all about Him
We dare not let go of what we have found
For what if we lose our most prized possession
Find ourself outside of His will?
She breaks open the alabaster jar
and anoints the feet of the
One she loves most
She could hear the deep sigh’s
The tension mount up, but she could not care
She has to release her symbol
of love
On the One that love her most
The One who pursued her, when she was a mess
The One who gave her His all
He never judged her
Though her sin was exposed
He showed her, her place in His heart
He is the reason she is finally free
She dries His feet with her hair
Her symbol of authority was lay waste,
But she couldn’t care
She had to find a way to show
Him her heart
Filled with devotion and passionate love for her Jesus
The voices in the background could not stop her
Cold faces she will ignore
She had to paint this picture of
Passionate love
For all generations to long for encounters with His deep love
He means too much to her
To give them a thought
They weren’t there when she was trapped in her pain
They didn’t carry her through the darkest of night’s
They never reached for her when
she was wrapped in pain
She weeps bitterly, experiencing deep healing at the feet of her King
Her past fades in the background
She is finally One with her King
His love is unquenchable
It has set her alight
It followed her through fire
To the ends of the earth
Wooing her back to His heart
She is wrapped in His light
She is trapped in His love
No one will capture her focus again
For the King of the universe has captured her heart.
~ Ebigale Wilson
The Desperate Bride
Ebigale@thejourney
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