She Remembers The Pain No More

She remembers the pain 

no more!

The lonely nights

The constant fights

The anger, frustration, the 

deep rooted pain

The rejection, the lies, the betrayal 

The endless challenges

The closed doors

The heart wrenching pain  

of losing those dear to 

her heart 


The deep issues she 

struggled with

The silent battles no one 

knew about

The anxiety that controlled 

her life

She remembers the pain 

no more!

It was replaced with a peace that surpasses all understanding

Who would have thought that 

a journey of obedience would lead to a place of perfect rest

A place deeply hidden 

in Papa

Pursued and occupied 

by the desperate one’s

Who died a thousand deaths


Papa lured her away 

Called her to Himself

A high price of obedience 

she had to pay

Only her and Papa knows 

about the tears of surrender

About the tests, the trials, the pain of letting go daily

About the awakening to something indescribable

Where her flesh collided 

with Father God’s Spirit

And a lovesick daughter

was born

With love Papa drew her 

to Himself 

A place where she ministers to Papa and He ministers to her

She yearns only to dwell in 

His presence

She had to be transformed 

into His image

For Papa to make her His 

dwelling place

It was worth the pain of 

dying to self

Worth every sacrifice

He asked of her

Worth the witchcraft and 

every demon coming against her

She counts it an honour to be trained by Holy Spirit 

To be one of Papa’s daughters representing Him in the earth

She is known in heaven 

She is feared in hell

She laid hold of a place 

few have visited

Occupied and made it hers

Had she not surrendered completely 

She would have missed this important visitation

Where Father secluded her

Healed her broken heart

Restored her unto Himself

A nameless, faceless army are emerging!

A changing of the guards are 

taking place!

The hidden one’s who were

trained under the watchful eyes 

of the One they love most

Are ready to release the fragrance of heaven in the earth

Ready to release their secret place encounters into the earth

Many are amongst us already

Fathers glory carriers

Silently, obediently, humbly going about the Fathers business…

They remember the pain 

no more!

~ Ebigale Wilson

She Remembers The Pain No More

The Journey


Arise Daughters, Arise!

Suffering in silence

behind a mask

Too scared to open her mouth

It suited the enemy just fine

Healing can only begin

When we share our pain

She faced many fears

Eliminated them one by one

Till Papa put His finger on 

this specific one

The enemy silenced her

Kept her busy

with trivial things

He used her challenges to 

keep her in hiding

Without her consent

he stole her voice

Not aware of the power 

she gave away 

She disappeared

into the background

Shackles tied her

tightly to her pain

She mimicked what the enemy

expected of her

How could she give him

so much power?

Why allow him to decide

her journey?

While she kept silent

In the chaos surrounding her

She is facing this fear

That she kept hidden away

Like a sacred treasure she 

is bringing it in the open

It is time to be exposed

To lose its power

For her to be liberated, 

empowered, restored

Daughters it’s time to 

take off our masks

Reveal our hearts

Share our pain, our 

struggles, our challenges 

Reveal the scars,

that we hid for years

For too long we allowed 

the enemy to silence us

To keep us in hiding

In his web of lies

Many hurting daughter’s 

lives can only begin

When we are vulnerable

When we are transparent

Willing to die to ourselves

It’s time to break free

Talk about our journeys

Uncover our wounds

and the parts of our 

hearts not fully healed

Papa will make something 

beautiful out of our shame and pain

Your story holds the key to someone’s breakthrough 

and healing

Don’t let fear, pride, guilt 

or shame keep you longer

in chains

Someone’s life can only begin 

when you are vulnerable and transparent

The enemy fears the day 

daughters will share their 

painful journeys

He knows the weight our testimonies will carry in the 

spiritual realm

The broken and weary are waiting for us to step into their lives

Our yoke breaking testimonies 

will be like anointing oils healing 

their bruises, their hearts and 

painful memories

Many captives will be set free

When the daughters, trained in secret and obscurity will take 

their place!

Arise daughters, Arise!

The time of your release is here!

Step out in the Fathers righteousness, power and anointing

You have paid a high price for the sound that will be released through you!

~ Ebigale Wilson

Arise Daughters, Arise!

The Journey

Wilderness Daughters

When they heard you were summoned to the wilderness 

They laughed and mocked you

They were happy when your 

life came to a screeching halt

They thought you would 

die in the wilderness

That the hard processes 

would get the better of you


They didn’t know your God

The distance He would go 

for those He loves

He will leave the ninety-nine 

to look for the one 

hurting soul

You were standing there

all eyes on you

Wishing the earth would 

swallow you

Your heart torn to pieces

Many questions on your lips

Still you made your way 

to the wilderness

Whispered yes, when 

you wanted to hide

You could have ignored 

Papa’s whisper to come 

away with Him

Be like Orpah and never 

pursue your destiny

This was just a detour

Leading you to where 

He always knew you 

would reign

You fought your way

through your pain and scattered emotions

While holding on to Papa 

with all your might

You could live without 

many things, but not for 

a second without Him

Worship became your

greatest weapon

Silencing the voice of your 

critics and the voice of satan 

Something irrevocable was 

birthed inside of you during 

these trying times

Where deep would follow 

Deep blindly

You found your reason for living

Your purpose for existence

You love Him more than life

You didn’t know that those

Papa greatly uses

He calls aside

He invades their lives

He trains them intensely  

Till He can make them His 

dwelling place

We didn’t disappear like 

they wished we would 

Pain could not stop us

Religion could no longer 

cage us

We did not die in the wilderness  

The wilderness matured us 

in ways we never imagined 

All over the earth the wilderness daughters are arising

Everything about them are different 

They carry the sound of 

heaven in their mouths

Its a weighty sound that 

was obtained through persecution, rejection and fiery trials

It cannot be imitated by the 

ones who never visited the wilderness

They wear their scars, boldly 

and unapologetically

Their scars prepared them 

for their destinies

Lionesses are arising from 

the wilderness dust

Shining with His glory

Ready to take their places 

No longer intimidated by 

fake giants

They know their worth

They know who they are

They are ready to invade 

the earth with the heart of the Father beating through them!

~ Ebigale Wilson

Wilderness Daughters

The Journey

A Restored Life

She takes me on a journey 

to places in Papa that I 

have never been

She has been where I 

never tread

I hang on every word that 

flows from her lips

It is like ointment poured forth over my bruises and pain

Going deep, reaching my soul

Forcing me to take a look 

at my life

I don’t know if it’s the glow 

on her face

Or the peace that emanate from her being

Or the wisdom that flows 

from her lips

If I could only dwell in the shadows, which she calls home

Oh, how I long for life changing encounters with Him!

There’s no sign of the pain 

of her past

The cobwebs that used to 

keep her trapped

Had to let her go

For she dwells in the heart 

of the Father

Releasing the fragrance of heaven in the earth 

Her life a testimony of the power 

of the cross

She is a breathtaking picture 

of a restored life

Her face glows as if it was 

set alight by Papa himself

She gently moves through 

the crowd, ready to embrace the broken and lost

Leaving prints of Papa’s love wherever she treads

She can relate to others pain

She visited many painful paths

In her darkest hours, she was obedient to His call

When Papa summoned her to 

go deeper with Him

She joyfully abandoned everything

To go on a life changing journey with Him

He reached for her when 

no one would

Setting alight her dying embers

With one glance in her direction

She was forever changed

She couldn’t make pain her habitation

She used it to catapult her 

into His dreams for her

Oh, she is head over heels in 

love with Her Father

A tried and empty vessel

She died many deaths

She burns with His love

She drips with His oils

Her laid down life, her 

offering to her King

People are drawn to His 

divine love in her

That’s all she has, no silver 

or gold

She laid it all down, for what she has gained

Can never be compared to earthly wealth

Like Paul says “I have suffered the loss of all things and count them 

as rubbish, in order that I may 

gain Christ”

She now can relate, because she is dead to this world!

She now knows that she’s 

only a piece in His big puzzle

And that there are still many daughters that need to encounter His deep love for them!

~ Ebigale Wilson

A Restored Life

The Time Of Your Singing Has Come

She is like a rare diamond to Me

When I look at her

All of creation is caught up in 

her whole being

Nothing will ever erase My deep love for her

Nothing she could do will 

stop Me from chasing after her

Her presence and warmth, brings Me so much joy and delight

Everything she needs is hidden 

in My love

She faced many challenges

When I lured her with My love

I asked her to give up her dreams

To go on a journey with Me

Without hesitation she followed me

Yet pain and confusion were 

written all over her face

She traded it all, because of 

her love for Me

She knew it was time 

to come aside

To face every fear she tried to mask

Treasures were hidden underneath all her scars

When I unpacked her heart

Removed all the dross

The daughter I created before 

the foundations of the earth arose

My love healed every crevice of 

her broken heart 

Before My eyes, she was transformed into My end time bride

She carries My fragrance 

wherever she treads

My heart beating through her 

will set other daughters alight

Her testimony is drenched in 

My anointing

She birthed it during her most 

trying time

She is ready to take a place

She paid a high price

The anointing on her life didn’t come cheap

Her purpose was hidden in her 

deepest pain

She is finally free from every fear 

of the past enslaving her

The heights and depths of My 

love will be a beacon to her

Leading her further and further 

from the natural into a 

supernatural walk with Me

The enemy tried everything in 

his power to keep her in bondage, but she has broke free

Her mind is at peace

Her face glistens with My glory

The enemy lost his control over her

She is only captured by the gaze 

of her Father

Uncharted territories will be 

your dwelling place

Your Knight in shining armour 

will be your guide

Generations are waiting on 

your arrival

Hold fast to every dream and promise I spoke over you

I am moving on your behalf

The time of your singing has come!

Rise up, My love, my fair one

And come away

For winter is past

The rain is over and gone

The flowers appear on the earth

The time of your singing has come!

~Song of Solomon 2: 11

~ Ebigale Wilson

The Time Of Your

Singing Has Come

The Journey

Lion Of Judah

When the enemy comes prowling

You encircle us

No one can touch Your bride

You guard, jealous, over us

Our Lion of Judah

Many fierce battles we 

have faced

With the enemy in our face

Many trials and dark days

Days when we thought we 

have reached our end

With no fight left

Oh’ what a trying season 

it has been!

There were days when our 

pain shouted louder than 

our faith

Days when the enemy tried 

to lure us back to our past

When Papa’s promises faded 

into the background 

And the pain of the journey 

left us confused

And we ran to our caves

Our minds overcame with 

the enemies voice

Looking back we were never alone

You would always show up

Training us to focus on You

While praying in tongues and worshiping You

Taking us to higher levels of 

faith in You

You would sing over us

Till our minds were at peace

The darkest times became 

our most valuable times

You trained us while we 

were drinking bitter cups

The pain it required for us 

to change

hurt beyond words

We pushed through


at times

Making many mistakes

but it was all part

of the deep processes

We had to go through

You taught us to battle,

to trust, to win

You taught us to focus

while the storms were raging

Amidst fierce attacks

that was sent to take us out

You taught us to rest

while You fought for us

A trying, dark season 

You turned into our most 

rewarding season

Without knowing it You have 

trained and prepared us

Your bride was made ready 

during her darkest times

Oh’ how beautiful she has become

Her dress fits perfectly

She is perfected by Your grace

Her life a living sacrifice

Devoted only unto You

At the end of her journey

Papa became her everything

Her Lily dressed in glory

Her Alpha and Omega

The Writer of her journey

Her heart longs only after Him

He has her heart forever

She is nothing without Him

Her Lion of Judah

She was changed through His love

Made righteous through His blood

Our hearts beating in sync 

His bride is right on time

Not a step ahead, or behind

Our hearts are awakened  

Changed by deep processes

Love will be our guide

This is the season of the 

fulfillment of promises

We were purified and prepared 

to be used by our Lion of Judah

This is the season

we were waiting for

We’re waiting on Your lead.

~ Ebigale Wilson

Lion Of Judah

The Journey


You never thought you 

would end up here

Alone, far away from the 

presence of Jesus

The sound of guilt resounding

in your head

You try to escape, but it’s 

following you

Not a sign of the peace you 

once knew

The voice of the enemy 

mocking you

Though he was the one 

luring you away 

Subtle he sowed his seeds

You chew them all

Convincing you it’s fine to compromise

That it’s fine to be selfish

To think only of yourself

He just never showed you

where you would end

After the good times

The heights of sin

Hopelessness crept in

You fighting against

depression each day

The path that looked 

so appealing

Left you in pain

Bleeding all over what’s 

left of your heart

Guilt consuming you 

little by little

This was not how you 

thought it would end

On a ash heap with 

no hope

A prodigal you have become

Hiding behind smiles 

You say the right words to 

camouflage your pain

Others wouldn’t want to see 

the state of your heart

Sometimes you miss the 

sound of rebuke

The warmth of Papa’s presence

For someone to tell you it 

will be all right

You feel like a clown

In your own show

Tired from acting like it’s 

all okay

If someone would take the 

time to rip off your mask

They will see the desperation 

and guilt all over your face

You want to shout please 

help me!!!

But will those you have 

hurt forgive you?

You miss the arms you 

have pushed away

Miss the nagging of 

people who care

Now a shadow of the 

person you once were

Sin led you away little 

by little 

Nothing familiar in the 

space you’re in

Papa is calling His prodigals 

back to His heart

With fierce love He 

waits for you

No condemnation or 

judgement on His lips

He knows you’re so tired of 

the journey you’re on

His presence will invade 

all your voids

Replace your guilt with 

His grace

His blood will cover your past

He is waiting in anticipation 

for your return

Don’t let pride keep you 

longer in sin

Nothing you could have done

No amount of sin, would be able 

to withhold His love

The enemy is fearing the prodigals returning home

They will overcome him by the blood of the Lamb and by 

the word of their testimony!

~ Ebigale Wilson


The Journey

The Seed We Carry

“The enemy is after the seed you carry” I heard these words loud and clear a few days ago. While talking to Papa God and going back and forth. He asked me why do I think the attacks on certain people in the Body of Christ where so horrendous and cruel over the last especially seven years. 

The enemy did everything in his power to make us despondent with one attack after the other. The attacks got more intense as time went on, because we were persistently holding on to the promises of Papa. Unknowingly Papa trained us to endure more and more pressure. Our faith grew to heights we never thought possible, our character was tested and transformed and Papa had His way in our lives in the presence of our enemies.

This was crucial training and the lessons learned will be our yoke breaking testimonies forever. The enemy tried to stop the seed that each one of us carry from growing, but he actually helped us to carry our seed full term. We now realise the battle was never about us, but what Papa has deposited in each one of us. Many personal and private sacrifices of obedience Papa asked from many of us, our lives were disrupted in different,  painful ways, but we did not give up on His dreams for us.

It was never just about walking out difficult journeys, the dark times formed Papa’s heart and character in us, that no other journey would have. We came to a place we never thought possible where our minds are at peace and our hearts are free and no amount of attacks would ever be able to take us back to our past. We have awakened to higher levels in the Spirit, we hear His voice clearly and our eyes and ears are alert to every plan of the enemy. We were trained to fight from a position of rest, knowing that every battle is the Lord’s. 

The seed we carry will impact countless people, every sphere of society, governments, nations and our families. Generations will benefit, because of the price we have paid, through our obedience.

This is the last stretch where training is fast, at times it will feel like our heads are spinning, because Papa is dealing with issues in our lives that were left unattended for so long. There will still be attacks to stop us from giving birth, but we will fight from a position of rest, because the battle is the Lords.

We will give birth to every promise Papa has for us, in the presence of our enemies.Satan could not stop us, and he knows that the seed deposited by our Father is going to set the world alight. Keep your focus, lean into Papa and rest in Papa. 

Ecclesiastes 3:1

To everything there is a season, A time for every purpose under heaven.

Revelation 12:11

And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb, and by the word of their testimony, and they loved not their lives unto the death.

Romans 8:19

For the earnest expectation of the creation eagerly waits for the revealing of the sons of God.

Romans 8:14

For as many as are led by the Spirit of God, these are the sons of God.


~ Ebigale Wilson

The Seed We Carry

The Journey

Changing Me

You said You would 

change me

It came as a shock

I thought I was perfect 

Scales over my eyes

Deaf to Your voice

I thought I knew You

Hard to admit,

but I never did

Oh how I was deceived

I said all the right words

Knew my bible by heart

Yet I did not live it

I flowed in Your gifts

Yet I did not know You

I only knew what others 

told me of You

Looked through blurred lenses

While You were waiting for 

me to know You intimately

It would have happened 

sooner if I was brave enough 

to face my fears

You knew me better 

than anyone else

I lived in a bubble

A dark cloud followed 

me everywhere 

I had so many issues

I thought this was my lot

Passing down a baton of religion 

to the next generations

Oh how I was blinded

I held on to temporary fixes

Yet every time pain would 

come knock on my 

hearts door

Healing and breakthrough 

were waiting in the letting 

go of everything I held dear

The price You asked me to 

pay was too high

Then You


disrupted my life

You got my attention

Separated me unto Yourself 

Here I found myself facing 

every fear

That I for so long chose 

to ignore

When You looked at me

You saw the blood washed daughter You created me to be

You saw my journey of healing 

and dying many deaths

You saw me scared and crying 

and longing for the familiar 

You knew with You by my side 

I could eliminate every demon

In my deepest pain 

You interceded for me

You never let go of my hand

Not even when I begged You to

When I broke through the barricades trying to stop me

You were the Light 

surrounding me

That was the day I discovered 

that all I ever needed was 

You loving me

In my denial and selfishness 

In my rebellion and pride

You reached out to me

Using my deepest challenges 

and pain 

To bring me back to You

I will never comprehend 

the love You have for me

I wanted You to change 

everyone around me

In my ignorance I thought 

I was perfect

In Your kindness You 

reached out to me

You are so, so good to me!

~ Ebigale Wilson

Changing Me

The Journey

Beautiful Daughters

Beautified daughters are 

taking their place 

Like caterpillars we were transformed into butterflies

Ready to spread our wings

Suddenly we were summoned 

to this place of transformation

We said yes without hesitation

Though most were caught in challenging situations

We did not hesitate 

We did not look back

We did not negotiate 

We surrendered everything 

for the most important journey

Scared at first,

we took the first steps

In a direction opposite

from which we came 

A sacred path

Paved by Papa

That would eventually bring 

us to a place of fullness in Christ 

Deep pain in the cutting 

away of old mindsets

We kept our focus through 

the different processes

We learned how to overcome 

the noise in our minds

Learned how pivotal

each lesson learned was

As we moved further into 

uncharted territories 

We ran into His unprecedented greatness and splendour 

We gave birth to faith

with no boundaries

And discovered a Love that 

can make time stand still

We laid down our lives

Our reputation

Our will

Laid down our dreams 

Stood with empty hands, 

but peace in our hearts

In this new place we are entering nothing of the old will do

Something sacred,

set in stone

was birthed through 

our broken lives

A new breed will now arise

Focused on purpose

And not on her pain

New lenses she looks through 

Peace that surpasses all understanding her new 

dwelling place

We know the time of the 

fulfillment of our dreams 

is here

We are right on time

We are waiting on Papa’s 


The voice we cannot

exist without

To lead us further into His 

dreams and purposes for us

This is the time that so many 

before us, were waiting for!

~ Ebigale Wilson

Beautiful Daughters

The Journey