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Grace
My beautiful friend Grace has been an inspiration. She was my spiritual mentor for years. There is no doubt of the calling on her life she is full of vision and hope. When I first met her she was a single mum with three boys. I was eighteen and became part of their family. She is now serving the Lord through her  life in many ways, she is happily married and has another son. There is so much I could write about my friend grace but Zollywood will end up with many stories and memories that include her. The following scripture is a picture of my friend - abandoned, without life or love and how  the majesty of God is poured into her life. Grace is her name and grace has become her nature.

Ezek 16:4 On the day you were born your cord was not cut, nor were you washed with water to make you clean, nor were you rubbed with salt or wrapped in cloths. No one looked on you with pity or had compassion enough to do any of these things for you. Rather, you were thrown out into the open field, for on the day you were born you were despised."'Then I passed by and saw you kicking about in your blood, and as you lay there in your blood I said to you, "Live!" I made you grow like a plant of the field. You grew up and developed and became the most beautiful of jewels. Your breasts were formed and your hair grew, you who were naked and bare. "Later I passed by, and when I looked at you and saw that you were old enough for love, I spread the corner of my garment over you and covered your nakedness. I gave you my solemn oath and entered into a covenant with you, declares the Sovereign LORD, and you became mine. "I bathed you with water and washed the blood from you and put ointments on you. I clothed you with an embroidered dress and put leather sandals on you. I dressed you in fine linen and covered you with costly garments. I adorned you with jewelry: I put bracelets on your arms and a necklace around your neck, and I put a ring on your nose, earrings on your ears and a beautiful crown on your head. So you were adorned with gold and silver; your clothes were of fine linen and costly fabric and embroidered cloth. Your food was fine flour, honey and olive oil. You became very beautiful and rose to be a queen.

Grace
I met Grace some years ago,
She was alone and doing fine.
Her heart was for the lost and sad,
She was quiet and so kind.

She opened up her home to me,
And understood my life.
She'd also been in trouble too.
Her childhood full of strife.

When listening to her story
You could never understand,
How a child could be so abused,
By a mothers hand.

She told me things about those days,
Some memories she'd recall.
The little girl who lived in fear,
Now living in Gods call.

Though Grace was treated so unkind
The light of God shon through.
Her testimony heart wrenching
With incredible breakthrough.

She fled her country some time back,
From the law she had to run.
At the tender age of sixteen,
To Australia she would come.

Even then things happened,
That would scar a child's mind.
But the woman here in front of me
So removed from all behind.

Grace made a life here with her kids,
A friend began to share.
Her partner then a drinking man
Who didn't seem to care.


She ended up at church somehow,
She had gone there with her friend,
Her life now changed forever,
Some would think that that's the end.

She's saved and healed and going on,
In God she's going places,
She's healing broken hearted kids
And touching hardened faces.

Who would have thought that little girl
So broken and abused,
Would grow up as this lady,
So mightily being used.

She's spoken of the good news,
She's run straight for her vision,
Of setting free the captives
And saving those in prison.

So many thought that little girl,
Would probably not survive,
But God saw in her a mighty fire
That only He'd revive.

Grace is what's upon her life
And grace has made her strong,
It's time to go back to that land
And restore those things gone wrong.

A Godly call upon her life,
Once broken and so shy,
She's taking back what's rightly hers,
It's time to testify.

Her home, her father and her life,
Had all been snatched away.
She's going back,  it's all restored,
She's going back to stay.

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