We visited many valleys
Were tossed around in
many storms
Secluded to the wilderness
We had to embrace our training
ground
Kicking and screaming we
begged to forego this season
Wounded hearts
Crushed egos
Unstable emotions
Father would not let us go
He knew what He was doing
The crushing and the pruning was
what we needed then
We weren’t trained in glamorous
places
The wilderness dust became
our home
Excruciating pain and loneliness
Stripped from our pride and egos
Lost more then we could bare
The old man had to die
Wilderness seasons don’t
scare us anymore
We embrace it with both hands
Forced into His bride under the
hot wilderness sun
Our scars now brightly shine
As powerful testimonies of
many battles won
Our hearts run free at last
We boldly take our place
In obscurity a new breed was trained
In hiddeness we came back to life
Amongst dry places we began to thrive
Wilderness daughters now arise!
— Ebigale Wilson
