Lord, lift this frame, what designs me so.
My heart cannot still, it must learn to let go.
Allowance may pour through the fount of Love’s door
Yet the fray of dark days set new fires at the fore.
Pour on through the flames lest none but Thy Light
Brings You close; finds my heart, tends my all in the night.
Lord take all heart names that resign me like, so…
I cannot and will not belong to their tow.
Lift off from this frame “what designs me far from you”,
Bring my heart near, let it run to your Love’s Pew.
Come mark my tent with your sacred Love’s pour.
Call me out. Let Life in. I can hear sweet Love’s roar.
Bless every year, every tear that let go.
God take the frame, for this Heart is aglow.
©2012 Linda Willows
Photograph by Jorge Maiia