Wise Woman Born To Intercede

Wise woman strong,  
born to intercede
Preparing  the soil,
as seeds scattered
In silence, she prayed 
 
Prostrate before the
 Lord her God, she
 cries out, 
"Abba Father, King  
of Kings you are
 the Author and  
the Finisher of
 our Faith."
I petition you
 in prayer 
 
Glossalaliac utterance spilled from her
 mouth, trembling,  
her praise continued,
spiritual warfare had begun. 
 
Interpretation, and discernment mixed  
with exhaltation to  
the All Consuming Fire  The Bright
 and Morningstar,  
The  Elohim.
 
Laughter, Holy laughter poured out,  an inner awareness was heightened
 transforming lives,  
the victim now victorious, crooked paths were
 made straight.  
 
A  sweet anointing was ushered in  settling  on those slain in the spirit who danced like David danced 
 
A tear, from the wise woman watered the seed she watched as the Fruit of the Spirit grew  filling  every willing space 
 
Love, Joy, Peace , followed by Patience, Kindness and Goodness Gentleness Faithfulness and finally Self Control 
Wise woman, born
 to intercede.