You couldn’t understand
When your life came crashing down
Quickly, without warning
Your life was invaded
Brought to a standstill
Nothing left of what was
You were taken away
on an unknown journey
To discover His heart
To discover His love
Gasping for air
Tossing and turning
You had to retreat
from all things familiar
Many questions on your lips
Your mind a battle ground
Your life turned upside down
Never to be the same again
You following Him blindly
Broken and hurt
Rejected and abandoned
Jobless, homeless, through many losses
Yet, the sound of His voice
Made you realise
That what He has to offer
Was worth searching for
You didn’t know that it was
the best place to be
To be broken and taken apart
To be mended by the Potter Himself
His voice has become your hope
For it’s in our trials and pain
In the storms and fiery furnace
In hiding, and longing for answers
That Pappa becomes our deepest desire
He quiets our fears
Hides us under His wings
Till the storms pass
We become clay in the hand of our Master
So that only His will, will be done in our lives
Obedience unto death is when our lives begin
When we are on a journey of finding Him
Lost to the world and what it has to offer
I walked through many fires
Yet I never burned
Found myself in the midst of fierce storms
Yet I never drowned
Found myself on the battleground
Scared, alone, in pain
Yet I never retreated
I knew who was with me
He knew me by name
His love for me, stronger than death itself
He gave me His life, on a hill
far away
What He asked of me
Could never compare
To the price He was willing
to pay
He wants to reveal His true sons and daughters
He trained away from all eyes
The ones who paid the price
Away from the crowd
The ones who were mocked and persecuted
Because they were too deep
They didn’t care
They died to self, with no reputation
Only the scars of many battle’s won
He was worth every tear
He was worth the whispers
and pain
You will look back and look for your mockers, and see them no more
They will look back and see
My glory eminating from you
Your whole being
dripping with oil
It came with the pressing
It cost a great price
You stood firm during the trials and storms
Nothing could move you
No one could stop you
You persevered, though tired and scared
Through abandonment and fear
You never gave into, those who can only kill the body
Led by My Spirit alone
So that I could get the glory
Through your surrendered life
My true sons and daughters
are marked by My love
Obedience unto death
set them apart
They couldn’t care less for religion and rituals
Couldn’t care less for manipulation and wealth
Couldn’t care less for a stage or popularity
They are only about their Father’s business
They will be revealed in due time
Distinguished by My love flowing through them.
~ Ebigale Wilson
Distinguished By My love
True sons and daughters
The Journey
