“God’s Pew Calls All To-“, a worship poem from L.Willows

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In your lush green
I basque in peace seen.
Nature, your making,
becomes in love’s lean.

Sitting not lone
here in enthrall,
trees are called wondrous,
skies tell of all.

In your sweet green
I fall to a soft song,
swaying in rhythm;
the view is stretched long.

Sitting not lone
here in paradise sown,
God’s pew calls all to-
a love of his own.

© 2019 Linda Willows

Numbers 6:24-26
The Lord bless you and keep you;
the Lord make his face to shine upon you and be gracious to you;
the Lord lift up his countenance upon you and give you peace.

John 14:27
Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. Not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid.

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