She walked into the room
It was half past noon,
A bit weary O so worn
Yet pushed past the hurt
And pain.
Got herself a shower,
Which felt like the rain.
Looked in the mirrior,
Saw the other woman
Wow, she had not seen her before.
A beautiful vessel,
Filled with precious oil of
Abba Father's Anointing.
She was Poised, standing in her place
In Christ Jesus. but who is she?
The other woman is you,
Beautiful vesssel it is your
Turn by Divine Appointment.
The stage is set, the banquet
Table prepared for you,
You are the other woman,
The guest of honour
With the understanding,
You will never be the same
Nor can your heart become vain.
You laid willingly on the Potters wheel
And gave up your meals to do the
Father's perfect will.
You will never be the same,
Nor can you be vain,
You have been mashed out
And rejected but in the midst
Of it all you have been perfected,
Transformed into His yielded
Vessel, all for the Glory of God.
The other woman is you.
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