“They come mended, grace tended”…a worship poem by L. Willows


I am covered deep in His Love divine,
joy soaps each tear, each year, each line.
The folds of heart wrinkles are wrapped in embrace,
they come mended, grace tended with new holy birthplace.

How soft the reach to this blessed imprint.
Life’s all presses in be near such Bright’s glint.
I look out, all around, rest inside and remain
in the hold, depth and width of Your glory and reign.

© 2018 republish 2016, Linda Willows
Photograph by Jarrod


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