“Glory to Him, the All of our till”, a worship poem from L.Willows

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In praise all bows before Your Name
Each leaf on the branch bends green to refrain
Glory to Him, the All of our till
Father and root of each one in His will.

Long and all lasting the winding He keeps
Each Holy vine wrapped around His dear reach.
Forest earth paradise, mortal review
Lasting within The Beloved’s pass-through.

Whispering breezes come home to float peace
Known in Love’s rest, in the garden’s increase.
Here in the lush of God’s paradise apart,
Praise comes to live in the breaths of my heart.

 © 2019. 2018 Linda Willows

Isaiah 25.1
O LORD, you are my God; I will exalt you; I will praise your name, for you have done wonderful things, plans formed of old, faithful and sure.

Psalm 115:1
Not to us, O Lord, not to us, but to your name give glory, for the sake of your steadfast love and your faithfulness!

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