Painful processes
Losses more than we can count…
Father had to invade our lives
Strip us of our fleshy ways
This journey of dying daily was
brutal, never ending…
It had to be this way
No other path would do
When we layed our lives down
We found our space in Him
Jesus our greatest need
We love Him more than life
All our dreams went up in flames
We had to let it go
His heart we learned to follow
Even in our deepest pain
Our flesh now dead
Our spirit man alive in Him…
The scales fell off of our eyes
We now look through His eyes
Religion no longer guides us
Heavenly realms calling our names
Transitioning into our heavenly inheritance
Oh, we wasted so much time
Kings and priests
Son’s and daughters
Our eyes fixed on our High Priest
Earth and heaven merging
We now perceive His “new”
Wilderness seasons had it’s purposes
It activated our Spirit man
Painful process the path we embraced… prepared us for our end-time call…
—Ebigale Wilson – The Journey