Prophetic Poetry

Fresh Oil

I anoint your head with oil My child
It will seep down in your soul
It will heal all cracks and crevices
This oil will make you whole

The oil of gladness I pour on you
Your garments will smell of Me
I anoint your eyes with eye salve
So you can truly see

You shall be anointed with My fresh oil
Your horn I shall exalt
You will flourish in my courts
So much more than you thought

I put My oil upon your face
Causing you to shine
I give New Wine to make you glad
You’ll be so glad you’re mine

I give you oil of joy for mourning
I clothe you with My praise
I give beauty for your ashes
Desolations you will raise

My Spirit is upon you
I’ve anointed you to preach
To bind the broken hearted
The captives you will reach

The prison doors will open
To many who are bound
You shall build up waste places
My liberty will abound

I’ll fill your floors so full of wheat
Your vats will overflow
With wine and oil I send to you
Satisfaction you will know

The virgins who were wise you see
Had vessels filled with oil
As the waited for the Bridegroom
The extra did not spoil

So let My oil run over you
Saturating you within
For when I’ve smeared upon you
The battles you will win

July 29, 2005
Tina K. Baker