The Desperate Woman
Is not like others
She's desperate for God, not man
The secrets she holds, of the glory of God hidden in her heart
From which she will never depart
She appears like most women, but she’s not
She is a most Desperate Woman
She’s chosen, dedicated, consecrated…misunderstood
And not what you’d think
Her sole desire is to do His will
To be His "Favorite Girl"
Ever in His presence, fully assured of His love
She’ll often wait before Him,
Kneeling is familiar and tears her makeup
She is most content with silence and the
Insights dropped from Heaven up above
Nothing you see is more important or precious than this
Her Endless Love
The Desperate Woman will let her mascara run all down her face
And you’ll see her often at the altar, although everyone knows she’s saved
She suffers from the heartache of her own sin and she listens most intently
For the whispers that come from Him
You’ll find her crying at the sheer goodness of God
She knows her life is not her own and
is determined that it will not be in vain
She is a most Desperate Woman
She has a Divine Destiny and
She loves to Slow Dance.
