I look at her and wish I were as glamorous
Everything is in its place
From her head to her toes
She’s dressed beautifully
She is a women with style,
A taste for the best
Nothing to spare
She knows how to feed her flesh
Then there is me
Just plain, boring me
I don’t like expensive clothes or shoes
I bathe in the perfumes of His love
A paintbrush doesn’t often touch my face
I just need to mirror His grace
I love on the poor and the hurt
My heart aches for other’s betrayal
I don’t have much to offer
Except how to love
I won’t be featured in a glamour magazine
But maybe, just maybe
Someone will remember my heart
Maybe in some small way
I have touched somebody, in a meaningful way
Underneath her spotless appearance
Is a heart as cold as a graveyard
She is selfish, vicious and dangerous
She walks over people
To take what she wants
She will sap you of your power,
Until you are destroyed
Till you end up in hell, with her by your side
I will fix my eyes on my Faithful Bridegroom
He is a covenant keeper through every season
He is my safe place
The love of my life
I don’t need all the trimmings
And stuff bought by money
“Name brands” Can’t buy what I have
It goes deeper,
Than the sound that pride leaves
It’s in the eyes of my children
When they look at me
It’s in the touch of so many special friends
Sent by my King
In the face of the hopeless when I reach out to help
I can see God’s hand alive in my life
I know it was worth
The pain and betrayal
In the wilderness
I saw His glory
I was ruined by
His great love for me
I have found my place
In His heart I fit best
~ Ebigale Wilson
