Separated you to Myself

Jealous over you

I guarded you 

Day and night

Arduous your road to death

When You called out to Me

I turned away

I felt your pain

Saw your tears

The questions on your lips

Your answers were waiting

On Damascus roads

Gardens of Getsemane

Obedience unto death 

In atmosphere shifts

Where few dwell

I had to empty you out

Strip you of you

If this world hold your gaze

We are not One

The places I am taking you

Reserved for them who shared 

in My suffering

Darkness covers the earth 

My glory arising over 

I in You 

You in Me 

Our new normal…..

— Ebigale Wilson