His Beloved One 

She is a laid down lover

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
Image – Pinterest 

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