Jesus doesn’t make a mountain out of a molehill queen! He sees you in the lean! As you lean and as you trust, you’re going to see breakthrough queen! You are flawless in his sight queen.. GRACE has been! The person of Christ, the sacrificial Lamb has already been, releasing you from the night! Your knight in shining armour is here!

“Lean on Me and miracles of love you shall see!”

Where you’ve been battered and bruised by religious dogs that have flogged! They have nit-picked you, with this-and-that!

“There’s a soft landing in Me”, says Daddy. Your flaws are flawless in Me, I see the real you queen! Grace is in this space, You can lean.

“Lean on Me and miracles you shall see!”

Religion wants to clean you up, fix you up, make you feel less than queen! It’s a false reality as Christ has already wiped your slate clean! The real you is seen! Not the broken aspects where the world has been. Grace upon grace to run your race as you lean!

“You are enough, you are My queen!”

The Bride-groom King sings! Over your heart, over your soul, over your flaws! The areas of your soul where the religious dogs have barked and wanted you to roll!

You are flawless queen, the mercy seat has been. Come up higher and receive! The new nature in you is what God sees!

Grace is a person dear, kindness in a harsh winter here. Where you’ve experienced religious dogs, you’re going to shake it off! Mercy’s kiss leads you dear! That’s all you need! Safe ones are coming son! You’re going to be yourself in safety and oneness without being stripped bare!

Song of Songs 4:7-12 The Passion Translation

“Every part of you is so beautiful, my darling. Perfect is your beauty, without flaw within. Now you are ready, my bride, to come with me as we climb the highest peaks together. Come with me though the archway of trust. We will look down from the crest of glistening mounts and from the summit of our sublime sanctuary. We will wage war together from the lions den and the leopard’s lair. For you reach into my heart, with one flash of your eyes I am undone by your love, my beloved, my equal, my bride. You leave me breathless – I am overcome by merely a glance of your worshipping eyes, for you have stolen my heart. I am held hostage by your love and by the graces of righteousness shining upon you. How satisfying to me, my equal, my bride.

Your love is my finest wine- intoxicating and thrilling. And your sweet, perfumed praise- so exotic, so pleasing. Your loving words are like honey-comb to me; your tongue releases milk and honey, for I find the promised land flowing within you.

The fragrance of your worshipping love surrounds you with scented robes of white. My darling bride, my private paradise, fastened to my heart. A secret spring that no one else can have are you- my bubbling fountain hidden from public view. What a perfect partner to me now that I have you.

Your inward life is now sprouting, bringing forth fruit. What a beautiful paradise unfolds within you.”

Prophetic Book of Poetry

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