December 12, 2010
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Sidesaddle Warrior
Rainbow shining through the clouds,
Glory breaking, the cymbals—loud.
On my face before my Master;
His blessings flow from a jar of alabaster.
Marble complexion—solid and strong features,
You call to my soul, I will beseech her!
To pour out my favor, I’ll breathe on her face.
I will stich my goodness in her dress made of lace.
I’ll place on her feet, buckles of desire.
And tie on her head a ribbon of fire.
She will call out my name in a voice of power.
She will climb tall mountains and dwell in my tower.
I’ve called her my chosen. Death shall not sting.
I’ve placed on her finger my signet ring.
My form shines upon her body so bright.
She illuminates the path with this light.
Shielded from a spiteful spirited attack,
My body is broken but will be mended back.
Seeking God in an earthly pursuit,
Clothed in leather—a thick, ruddy suit.
Arrows gleaming in my pocket,
Cross carved inside this hanging locket.
A feminine warrior, hair flowing in battle,
I mount my steed and ride sidesaddle.
Sword elevated to the sun, flickering steel.
Charging forth with one mission—to heal.
Kimberly Willingham
Ezekiel 1:28
Like the appearance of a rainbow in the clouds on a rainy day, so was the radiance around him. This was the appearance of the likeness of the glory of the LORD. When I saw it, I fell facedown, and I heard the voice of one speaking.
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