Arms Wide Open

Tears streaming down my face

At a dead end road

I always end up here

Time to open my hands again 

Let go of what is not of You

My heart in pieces

My mind a war zone

I always turn back to You

Arms wide open

You welcome me

A Prodigal

A Peter

A Mary Magdalene 

You treat me as royalty 

I do not deserve it

Overwhelmed by Your love

Conquered by Your heart

I let go of everything I placed above You

The cup of suffering my portion

The only way to share in Your glory

A set apart brides inheritance

To be One with You

I in You

You in me

Our new normal…

— Ebigale Wilson