We Laid It All Down

We entered Your presence

lost and confused

At the end of ourselves

Nowhere to turn

Bound by many chains

Hurt etched on our faces

Mouths filled with pain

You asked us to trust You

To bring our baggage as 

an offering before You

It would be easier to cling 

to it…..

We didn’t

We laid it on Your altar

You had Your way…

Our deepest shame

Our deepest pain

Our open wounds

Our unhealed scars

Our shattered dreams 

We laid it down

You took it all!

Our messes

Our mistakes 

Our wilderness wanderings

Now testimonies

of Your redemption power

You alone restored our lives

In awe of You…we find our 

way to everything You have prepared us for

There was purpose in our 

trying and painful journeys

Everything is falling into place

The puzzle is almost complete 

As sons and daughters leave 

the desert behind

We give You the honour 

and glory for turning our lives around! 

— Ebigale Wilson

We Laid It All Down

The Journey

He Healed Her Heart

She walked around the 

same mountain going 


Went to church, but 

she was still bound

Peace; a foreign word to her

Anxiety and fear followed 

her everywhere 

Her past was etched 

on her face

Everyone she met tasted

a part of her pain

Was this the legacy she 

wanted to leave?

Going in circles nowhere

Depressed, angry, hurt..  with no hope in sight

Repeating the cycles of 

previous generations and 

never tasting peace

She longed to taste just a 

glimpse of His perfect peace

Longed for the day 

every battle in her mind 

would seize

Was there really a peace that surpasses all understanding?

Could she really go into His 

rest and dwell there?

After trying to lure her 

for years

Father came crashing on 

the scene

She did not know the 

many times 

He tried to get her attention 

She didn’t see Him

She was too busy trying 

to mend her broken heart

Fighting her own battles

While He waited to do what 

she could only dream of

She released her whole 

existence into His hands

Every heartache

Every broken part

He made something beautiful 

out of her waste places

He calmed her every storm

She is finally where she belongs

His perfect peace now her 

dwelling place

Anxiety and fear unknown 

words to her

He healed her heart

Made something beautiful out 

of her once broken life

She is so in love with her Father! 

— Ebigale Wilson

He Healed Her Heart

The Journey

Church Show Yourself

Anoint us with Your 

fragrant oils

Let it flow into our 

bruises and scars

Heal the wounds in 

our hearts

Calm the voices in 

our heads

Darkness is covering 

the earth

Deep darkness the people

Many left wounded 

on the battlefield

Fighting enemies they 

didn’t see coming

So many losses 

So many questions

So many lives left 

in ruins

Give us this day our 

daily bread

Teach us to forgive  

Father would You 

search our hearts

Quiet our fears as we 

walk through the valley 

of the shadow of death

Lead us beside still waters

May we never forget 

that You are for us!

Let the church arise 

in this hour

Let her voice be heard

Sound the alarm of a 

good, good Father 

who never slumbers nor sleeps

Hard pressed on every side, 

yet not crushed

Struck down, but not 


Arise Bride of Christ

The glory of the Lord is 

risen upon you

The brokenhearted are 

in need of healing

The captives need to

taste freedom

The poor are hungry

Lives are turned up side 


It is time for the church to 

show herself

She will be known by her 

heart not her gifts

Her time of hiding is over

A wounded and hurting world

is waiting for God’s sons and daughters

to arise!!!

— Ebigale Wilson

Church Show Yourself


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 


Made caves her homes?


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


The Journey


Here In Your Presence

She preferred to dance


She didn’t allow anyone 

to lead her

Her every step was perfect

Her every turn

Every twirl

Yet there was no one to 

catch her the times she would stumble and fall

Dancing on the beat of 

her own drum

She was in full control

It suited her just fine

Underneath her perfect 

exterior was a heart torn 

to pieces

She had to dance alone 

not to be hurt

Her life looked perfect 

on the outside 

Only Jesus knew the 

issues she tried to mask

There’s a place of total abandonment Papa leads us to

Where He takes the lead 

and we are transformed the 

more we let go

Here nothing of the 

old can exist

It is a door in the spirit 

where we go through

We say our goodbyes to 

every aspect that belongs 

to our past

We follow Papa blindly

As He takes the lead

Dancing in sync on a 

heavenly sound

Safe and secure in our 

Father’s embrace

There’s no place we would 

rather be 

Than here in Your 


Where we are One with You.

— Ebigale Wilson

Here In Your Presence

No One Ever Cared For Us Like Jesus

I can see that she has 

been crying

Swollen eyes

Tear stains on her cheeks

Yet she is putting up

a brave face

I ask her how she is doing

“Good” she softly replied

Avoiding eye contact

Looking through

Father’s eyes

I see the weary look on 

her face

Many questions in her eyes

She is at the end of herself

This is trying times for many

In the background “No one

ever cared for me like Jesus” comes bursting through 

the airways

The warmth of Fathers presence instantly fills 

the atmosphere

It’s like a light has been 

turned on over her face

The battle she has been 

fighting instantly lifts 

As Father’s glory 

covers her face

She is transported to a 

heavenly place

Lost in His presence

Tears of joy replace the 

fear in the atmosphere

We are reminded that 

Jesus was always there

He walked us through 

every trying season

His love sustained us 

in every valley

He was our anchor 

in every storm

Like the woman with the 

issue of blood

We will lay our different 

issues before our Papa

We will hold on to the 

hem of His garment

Till His supernatural 

power brings change in 

our natural situation 

He always has!

He still will!

We are never alone!

No one ever cared for us 

like Jesus!

— Ebigale Wilson

No One Ever Cared

For Us Like Jesus

The Journey


They Dance To Only Heavens Tune

On the horizon 

I see them coming

What a beautiful sight 

to behold

A determined and 

focused army

Marching in unity 

as One

Trained in the worst 

of conditions

They are used to the 


the foreign, the 


Training had to be


Nothing of the old was

to remain

Their normal is the 


They flourish in low places

Reach their full potential 

in the dark

Trained and strengthened 

by their enemies

They bloom where others 

fear to tread

Mocked, rejected, overlooked

A remnant was trained 

in hiding 

Devoted and obedient

Focused on the King of 


Fear has lost its hold 

on them

Otherworldly they are 


Stubborn, strange…

Created to be different

They dance to only 

heaven’s tune

Ready to release a 

weighty sound 

Contended for 

Through many trials

Father had to get rid of 

any pride and “self”

This will be a nameless, 

faceless remnant 

Whose heart mirrors 

the Fathers

Side by side they will 

work the fields

The shaking exposed 

the lukewarm church and 

the remnant bride

A line is drawn between 

the goats and the sheep

Each one of us know

Which side we’re on

Receiving her final marching 

orders for this strategic time

Divine revelations are 

flowing from the throne 

room of heaven

Strategic keys are 

handed out

Ancient secrets are being 


Doors are opening…

To a remnant who gave 

up their lives to be 

One with Christ

—Ebigale Wilson

They Dance To Only Heavens Tune

The Journey

One With You

When my world caved in 

around me

When I couldn’t find my 

way through the dark

Taken captive by my pain

Enemies encircling me

Rejoicing over my plight

You stepped in

You always appeared 

on the scene

Every low point

Every dark night

Every battle 

You have helped me to fight

When you drew me away 

to my unique wilderness 

I did not want to stay

My weaknesses were 

known to You

My every wound

My every fear

It did not scare You

You walked me through 

my every high and 

my every low

When I wanted to give up

You would not let me

I would rest at times

to catch my breath

Healing and growth were 

all new to me

You waited patiently 

You were right there

You did not leave my side 

for a moment 

I found my worth the more 

I leaned into You

Every storm you calmed 

in me

Every fear has disappeared

Every painful memory You 

have erased

My heart is free to love 

like You do

You beautify Your bride

in the wilderness

You bath her in myrrh

Till You see Yourself 

in her

Anoint her with oil

Till she smells like You

Then like with Esther, You 

extend Your favour to her

Coming out of the wilderness

She is One with You

All the glory

All the honour

All the praise

I lay down at Your throne

Till I breathe my last breath

I will be in awe of You Jesus!

—Ebigale Wilson

One With You

The One Who Gave His Life

Many times I was lured 

away from Your holy 


My past issues would 

pull on my heart

Inviting me to places that 

would numb my pain for 

a moment

Dead cycles would continue

‘Cause to deal with my 

broken heart was too much 

to ask

I would explore the familiar

Give myself away to sin

I would wander around

Feel Your presence for 

mere moments 

Yet I could never pay the 

high price of dealing with 

my past

I would visit many places

but You weren’t there

Meet new people who 

did not know you

I would experience pure bliss

Felt alive for a while

Yet everywhere I tread

Your presence was

absent in a world that put 

a high price on sin

Your still voice would beg

me to return to You

I chose to ignore the pull 

on my heart

Yet somehow You will make 

Yourself known to a sinner 

like me

I would look for You  

in every song I hear

I would long for Your love

through every person I meet

Look for a glimpse of Your heart 

in the darkness around me

Further and further I pulled 

away from You

Experienced famine in 

every area of my life

Stripped of my pride, my ego, 

my ways

I ran back to Your holy 


As Your holy, warm presence 

wrapped around every part of 

my being

I only experienced kindness 

and compassion from the One 

who gave His life for a sinner 

like me

Your love flowed into every 

crevice of my wounded heart

Healing and restoring every void 

caused by pain

Jesus the One without sin 

never judged me

His blood still has the power 

to wash away sin!

—Ebigale Wilson

The One Who Gave His Life