She walks into a room with so much confidence.
She’s such a presence.
Her confidence is encompassing, her beauty is captivating.
Every step that she takes it like she’s walking the winner’s circle.
Her style precedes her inner strength.
Her smile exudes the warmth of a 1000 hugs.
She has a soul so generous, that it’s impossible to fathom how it continues to give.
She has a soul holding a heart filled with so much love,
that it’s all she thinks of, so it’s all she speaks of.
Her laughter is a clearly a creation of the master.
But you really should hear her past life.
This woman is a product of a marvelous disaster.
She was lost at a point with no direction for her future,
Cut open by the world, left in need of sutures.
Desperate to hold on to control of her life,
She continually neglected the calls of the Lord.
Sure of the outcome of her own success,
her own plans for what’s next, her own steps to rest,
she stepped into darkness, and one mess after the next.
Sure she’d find her own way through,
she put God aside for only Sunday school.
Left with open wounds, trying to find healing in the world,
she wrapped herself in layers to try to hide the open pain.
But she was left like a child wrapped in a blanket of uncertainty.
A child crying out for the love, the love of her father.
She stepped out darkness, and into his marvelous light.
Took off the layers, and let God operate on the pain.
Went from a Sunday school relationship, to a
I can’t live without you, I can’t breathe without you,
God I need you at center of everything, you are my everything relationship.
She allowed herself to be processed by him, broken for him,
built up by him, she learned to trust in him.
She stepped away from the world and into his word.
She let his peace fill her beyond human understanding.
This woman has learned to let God be the foundation of her soul.
She’s learned to let God be her father, her healer, her comforter, her master,
she’s let God be her all in all.
Yes, she walks into a room with so much confidence, and her confidence is encompassing,
and her beauty is captivating, and her style precedes her inner strength,
but it wasn’t without process.
Her outward appearance is a reflection of her heart,
The gentle and quiet spirit the Lord has worked on in her,
The incorruptible beauty she gained when she let him in.
Beyond giving her life to Christ, I’m talking she let him in everything.
Threw her hands up and said Lord my life is yours.
She’s still a work in progress, but she knows the Lord will see her through.
Pulling her deeper, processing her through his songs, through his word, through his love.
This woman was once controlled by the world’s splendor,
but only until she learned the posture of surrender.