“Holy, holy, love comes near”…………by Linda Willows


Holy, Holy, love comes near…

I am covered low, in love divine

as one braced in softly sacred vine.

A wreath by day, thou lights heart shrine.

And come the night, Star shine, soul’s brine.

The eyes of Heaven open revered.

Holy, holy, Our Lord comes near.

A hush of prayer bows low sweet with tears.

Father, Abba, Our Lord, He is here.

©2014 Linda Willows

Photograph gratitude to Agnieszka-Anues