Many like her cross my path every day
Written all over their faces
The pain they hide away
They smile, but it never reaches their eyes
For isn’t the eyes the windows to the soul?
Exposing their pain and hurt
To those who are inclined to His heart
Yet so many times we turn our backs
and walk away
Going through each day
as if it’s a blur
Smiling and laughing and making small talk
Please just don’t see the person
behind the smile that is hurt
There is no one
who stops and listens
To offer a kind word
We are all too busy with our own lives
We don’t see the ones bleeding
before our very eyes
Pain and agony the place they abide in
Not knowing that there is a God
who knows them by name
A God who sees past the mask
To the fearless woman
He has created her to be
Your voice was silenced
Your heart still bleeding
Many broken dreams
in need of resurrection
Papa needs His daughters to arise
and shake off their grave clothes
The enemy is terrified
that His daughters will awake
To take up their position
in every sphere of society
He is eagerly waiting for you
to take your place
To step out and hand Him
your broken heart
He will put every broken piece
back together again
Where is the Esther’s, the Deborah’s and Ruth’s?
Who knows how to fight
and
to win?
Has giving up became our norm?
Who will take their place
fight back and say
“Enough is enough!
I will take my place!”
Many hurting hearts are waiting
for you to greet your past
Take the mask of your face
and face every demon
that has been stealing your destiny for years
Papa wants His daughters to step out
into His dreams for them
Time is running out
We need to make Him our focus
and follow His lead
There are too many broken daughters
still fast asleep
There is no time to waste
People are in pain, hiding and dying
without knowing our Lord
Your day of healing is at hand
I have been waiting to step
into all the impossibilities in your life
The enemy blindsided you
By painting pictures of your demise
I am here to declare that My daughters
will arise and take their place
Boldly and unapologetically
They will step out
and be atmosphere changers
Bringing life to every dead situation
Healing to every broken heart
They will decree and declare
My oracle’s
They will know no fear
For intimacy with Me
will make them tenacious
They will be dead to self
and they will take me at My word
The dead will rise and
the blind will see
Breakthrough will happen wherever they tread
Restoration of broken families
Prodigals returning home
The time is at hand
take your place
and burn with My love
Step out dear ones
many are still captive
waiting for you to deliver
their breakthrough!
~ Ebigale Wilson
Step Out And Take Your Place
The Journey
