Lift off 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; find my heart, tends my all in the night.
Lord take all heart’s names that resign me like, so
I cannot and will not belong to their tow.
Lift off 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.
©2014 republish Linda Willows; © 2012 Linda Willows