Overthrown and overtaken by her Lord alone
She went through fire, persecution and pain
Stands alone in the midst of many storms
His presence her armour
His voice her compass
Her ear always close to His heart
She discovered her strength on the battleground
When the enemy used to rage at
her front door
Papa shaped her through the painful times
So that she would go lower, and die to self
Nothing of her flesh had to survive
She was handpicked and trained by the King Himself
She won many battles with Papa
by her side
He became her everything
Her last breath
Her safe place
His love compelled her to
be tenacious
The word “afraid” is not known to her
She is His battle axe and His
weapon of war
She loves on all she comes into contact with
Her brokenness produced a fragrance that can’t be resisted
She rebuilds ruins long forgotten
She is His eyes and His ears
And goes wherever He leads her
No assignment from her King
she denies.
The pain, betrayal and persecution was not in vain
It was part of His plan all along
To turn her into His warrior princess His daughter of Zion
His beloved one
She is totally dead to self, completely under His control
Their heart’s beat as One
Under the African sun
As she emerges from the wilderness
Leaning on her Beloved
Forever He is
Her One true Love
~Ebigale Wilson
ebigale@thejourney
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