The woman sitting in front
of me
Is confident, fearless a container of Papas love
No too long ago she was a scared, shy, broken woman
Looking at her I am amazed
at the transformation she
went through
Can Papa’s love really invade
a persons life?
Transforming it from darkness
to light
From a life of fear to a peace found only in intimacy with
her King
Bitterness and rejection to a masterpiece of portraying
His love
All of her life she was trapped
like a bird in a cage
The word freedom foreign
to her
Her mind and heart always racing
Fear her compass
Leading her away from Papas voice
The emptiness in her eyes
She hid behind fake smiles
While the hole in her heart
grew bigger and bigger
No amount of things or people could fill the void in her heart
The glasshouse she so tightly controlled slipped through
her hands
It fell to the ground in thousands of pieces
And satan smiled “I have her right where I always wanted
her to be”
And Father beamed with pride
Because He had her right where
He needed her to be
Now He can put all her broken pieces back together and create a masterpiece out of
the mess she found herself in
Papa waited patiently for
her to let go
She was used to fighting her
own battles
Letting go was hard for her
She paid a high price for the testimony on her life
He asked the old her to die
When all she wanted was
to hold on to dead things
He asked her to walk a road few would ever walk
A road of deep betrayal and
of coming face to face with
the enemy daily
Witchcraft, False religions, Jezebel, you name it she battled them all
His once scared daughter
He turned into His warrior daughter
He asked her to walk through fire in the midst of her enemies
Asked her to be quiet
To not defend herself
While everything in her kicked and screamed to be heard
Papa asked her to carry
her cross with His heart beating through her
There’s something about
women who were trained
under the watchful eyes of
their King
They are known in heaven
and feared in hell
They took up their swords
to be warrior daughters
When their flesh wanted to
run and hide
Who would have thought
that His endtime army would
by filled with broken, downtrodden, hurting women
Which He gently restores
into fearless women
They shine with His love
They found themselves
The day they died
Dead women are dangerous women
In the hands of their Commander and Chief.
~ Ebigale Wilson
Dead Women Are Dangerous
The Journey