Oh’ what a beautiful sight
she is to behold
Her life a portrait portraying
the One she loves most
As she moves on the sound
of His heart
She touches so many lives
Her beauty does not come
from the clothes she wears
The shoes on her feet
The jewels around her neck
It comes from a place deep within
With a high price tag
of recklessly pursuing after Him
Money can not buy the
glow on her face
Peace clings to her like a
costly perfume
She cannot be moved by
what she sees
Her faith runs deep
She wear the scars of many
battles with honour
Now turned into testimonies of Papa’s faithfulness
She is an echo of Papa’s love
to everyone she comes into
contact with
Her words like honey birthed through intimacy with her King
She chooses them carefully to restore and to heal
Showing the world a glimpse
of Papa’s heart
Oh she is clothed in dignity
and strength
Her satisfaction she finds
in the ordinary things
She cannot boast of silver
and gold
She can only boast about
her love for Papa
As I hang on the weighty words
that flows from her mouth
I know she has been where
few have tread
Once you have tasted true Love
You will never be satisfied without
it again
Behind the veil where dead daughters dwell
Papa is clothing His sons
and daughters with His identity
You don’t have to ask who
they are
It is seen all over them
They are infused with a supernatural love and peace
Obtained through obedience and abandoning themselves
Hell could not stop them
Religion could not blind them
They are coming out
of the wilderness
With the heart of their Beloved beating through them!
Ready to change atmospheres wherever they go!
~ Ebigale Wilson
Atmosphere Changers
Restored People Community 