Desperation
brought her
to the King
She had no where
to turn
only to Him
Like the woman
with the issue of blood
She found her way
through confusion
and desperation
Would she allow pain
to pave the way?
Voices trying to cage her
To conform her
to their way
of doing things.
If they only knew
what it cost her…
To step out
in the midst
of her pain
To take off her mask
Vulnerable
Unashamed
Brave
She made up her mind
to go behind the veil
Where desperate women dwell
Overtaken by the need
to encounter Love
His presence became
her dwelling place
Exploring all the facets
of His heart
He did a sacred work in her
As her past faded
in the background
Limitless faith
arose in her
Stripped in the open
of her pride,
self worth,
dignity…
Yet, this time
she did not care
She was now part
of a company of women
Earmarked to change
the course of history
Her issues
once visible
for all to see
Turned into trophies
of many personal battles
won!
She knows what it is
to run on waves
Trust without borders
arising in her
Father loves using the weak
The no name brands.
They won’t be able to tell
you the price of gucci shoes
They’re not interested
in the latest fashions
They are known
by their yoke breaking testimonies
And their love for the Father
And His love for them
They will be able to tell you
how His presence invaded
their whole existence
How His heartbeat
was birthed in them
How once,
shy and scared daughters
Were trained by their Father
To take back daily
what the enemy has stolen
These women have distinct mark’s
that separate them
from the ones without oil.
To them,
to live is Christ
To die is gain.
~ Ebigale Wilson
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