I am covered low in love divine,
as one braced soft in sacred vine.
A wreath by day, thou lights heart shrine.
And come the night, Star shine, Soul’s brine.
The eyes of Heaven opened, revered.
Holy, holy, Our Lord comes near.
with hush of prayer I bow low, sweet with tears,
Oh Father, Abba, my Lord, You are here.
© 2015 Linda Willows