There’s just something about a woman
who tasted defeat but refused to be a victim
Who rose above her pain
and turned it into glory
An offering to her King
She once was broken to the core
Excruciating pain knocked on her door
She could have made it her habitation
Lingered and dwelled
on what was handed to her
She preferred to rise above
what was sent to numb her
She had Papa right by her side
She couldn’t let pain
predict her life
She arose and she broke the barriers
sent to curb her
Broke down walls
that were sent to stop her
She had Papa right by her side
Lovingly leading and guiding her
Healing her heart and invading her life
With His consuming love
She could not stay the same
He taught her to look differently
at what was handed to her
Looking through His eyes
She saw an oasis of learning curves
Meant to elevate her
Never to harm her
She possessed the power to change
every setback into a come back
To turn what the enemy meant to harm her
Into a love song to her King
When you look at her
There’s no trace of her past
She resembles Papa’s heart
She is His warrior daughter
Ready to invade and to conquer
Uproot and to pull down
To decree and declare
the faithfulness of her King
She was created for this!
Her pain introduced her
to her destiny
She is where Papa longed for her to be!
She is courageous and bold
His battle axe and weapon of war
Yet, she is kind and compassionate
She is drenched in Papa’s love
He has turned her mourning into dancing
Unspeakable joy is now her portion
Together they retrieve
what the enemy stole
There’s no time to waste
Mountain moving faith
has become her dwelling place
She is Papa’s daughter
She learned from the best!
~ Ebigale Wilson
An Offering To Her King
The Journey
