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Memorial day poetry- A witness to life
Day May 25, 2020
Brave

My eyes are drawn to
her as she moves
through the crowd
There is something
heavenly about her
I see Papa’s heart
all over her face
As she moves from
person to person
She hold them close
and shares a few words
She tells us about her
painful journey
Yet nothing of her past
clings to her
She gives us hope
She strengthens our faith
She makes us believe
that there is purpose in
each of our journeys
She gives us a glimpse
of Papa’s heart for us
I can see and hear that
she has been places not
many have visited
In Papa’s holy presence
Where atmosphere
changers are born
The weighty sound she releases
let’s the tears flow
Father’s presence invades
the atmosphere
Holy Spirit does for many
what He did for her
His sweet anointing breaks
many yokes
What if she did not follow
Papa wholeheartedly?
What if she made pain
her memorial?
Got stuck amongst
tombs?
Made caves her homes?
Never!….
She made the
decision to be brave
To stare fear in the face
and visit unknown territories
Father stripped her of
her old ways and pain to
have His way
A restored daughter arose
amongst waste and
desolate places
She is ready to take Papas
heart to the world!
—Ebigale Wilson
Brave
The Journey
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