Thanksgiving Prayer, “Holy Faith Forward”…offered by Linda Willows

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Holy Father
Giving Thanks causes our hearts to look back…
For You have known us each in this year past.
You have blessed us with your protection and your mercy.
You have spared us from the wrath of greater evils.
And shed your Light upon all that stood in harm’s way.
Father, there is no Love stronger than yours.
And nothing in this world lasts but your Promise.
Give us hearts that are turned to You in the coming year.
Grant that we are merciful to others, as You have been to us.
Help us to love as we have been Loved.
And increase our Faith, because Father -you have been so Faithful to us.
We are grateful, Dear Lord for your Blessings and the fullness of our Portion.
Amen

© 2017 Linda Willows

John 16:13, KJV. “…When he, the Spirit of truth, is come, he will guide you into all truth: for he shall not speak of himself; but whatsoever he shall hear, that shall he speak: and he will shew you things to come.”

Psalm 119:57
The LORD is my portion; I have promised to keep Your words.

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“Sweet Love’s Roar”…from Linda Willows

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Lift off this frame that 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 sets new fires at the fore.
Pull out through the flames lest none but Thy Light
May bring You close; find my heart in the night.

Lift my heart’s name that resigns me so
I cannot let will be alone in such tow.

Come mark my tent with your sacred Love’s pour
Call me out. O, let Life in. I hear the waves of its’ sweet love’s roar.
Bless every year, every tear that let go.
God take the frame, for this Heart is aglow.

©2016 republish Linda Willows © 2012 Linda Willows

Psalm 145:14
The LORD sustains all who fall And raises up all who are bowed down.

“Isaiah 40:10-11,21-31…The Greatness of God” offered by Linda Willows

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Isaiah 40:10-11,21-31
The Greatness of God

10 Behold, the Lord God comes with might,
and his arm rules for him;
behold, his reward is with him,
and his recompense before him.
11 He will tend his flock like a shepherd;
he will gather the lambs in his arms;
he will carry them in his bosom,
and gently lead those that are with young.

21 Do you not know? Do you not hear?
Has it not been told you from the beginning?
Have you not understood from the foundations of the earth?
22 It is he who sits above the circle of the earth,
and its inhabitants are like grasshoppers;
who stretches out the heavens like a curtain,
and spreads them like a tent to dwell in;
23 who brings princes to nothing,
and makes the rulers of the earth as emptiness.
24 Scarcely are they planted, scarcely sown,
scarcely has their stem taken root in the earth,
when he blows on them, and they wither,
and the tempest carries them off like stubble.
25 To whom then will you compare me,
that I should be like him? says the Holy One.
26 Lift up your eyes on high and see:
who created these?
He who brings out their host by number,
calling them all by name;
by the greatness of his might
and because he is strong in power,
not one is missing.
27 Why do you say, O Jacob,
and speak, O Israel,
“My way is hidden from the Lord,
and my right is disregarded by my God”?
28 Have you not known? Have you not heard?
The Lord is the everlasting God,
the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He does not faint or grow weary;
his understanding is unsearchable.
29 He gives power to the faint,
and to him who has no might he increases strength.
30 Even youths shall faint and be weary,
and young men shall fall exhausted;
31 but they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength;
they shall mount up with wings like eagles;
they shall run and not be weary;
they shall walk and not faint.

“Lament from the Night breaking…in the curve of a tear”, from L.Willows

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In a an ongoing group class discussion about deep heart healing, we were each challenged to write a Lament. (Leaders; Dorothy Taft and Pastor Chris Sicks of Alexandria Presbyterian Church). When I received the assignment I felt that it was “too large”!. 

A few days later, I woke in the night, was awake for many hours and this was the outcome…

The structure of a lament is to “address”, offer the “complaint”, make the “request”, then express “trust”. It is a deeply beautiful and complex part of the bible worthy of examination and rich study. There are many worthy online resources for learning about Lamentations but I found this site for you in case you would like to study further…Structure of a Lament; Understanding the Lament Psalms

Lament from Night Breaking…In the curve of a tear
by Linda Willows

O Father, hear me in the early break of day
For the night was so weary,
And I called out to You
Every hour I woke in the dark of long hours.
I twisted and turned and groaned in weak cries.
I called for your help to lift out the pain. Again, I called Lord.
Again and again. Sore and hopeless I hoped you would help me.

But worsening pain struck as if I was thrust by many fierce swords
Aimed to target my most vulnerable bends.
Lord, you know that I have known thousands of nights that erupted this way…
And prayed to You with all that I am, was, and surrendered.
Why have I been left like this alone and fractured. What is your purpose in this?
How can suffering alone in the night and day casting years into my frame and heart have meaning that would glorify you?

You are the only witness. You put me in this field night and day, year and decade. What does the time mean to you as I serve it. Help me to understand Father.
When You answer me, give me wisdom with patience.

This, my God, is like a field that I tend,
Without knowing why or who planted such a seed.
Night and day, I have called to You.
Years upon years, I have prayed without end. Hope is no longer in this world, Father. I open the door and see a world that others live in; that I only can partially enter. I remember it’s joys and marvels, the beauty and the wonders of what Life can bring to your doorstep.

I have seen Your Face of Love
I have witnessed Your saints in the cloud here above.
All gather near with grace and abound.
With such Holiness near, how can such suffering remain Father?
What purpose is pain in the body of me?
Would it serve to crush me like a thousand small rocks?
Or roll me out to become like low grasses?
How does it help to let me lie like a sheet day and night?
A life, leveled to the earth’s ashes, before the heart and mind would rise?

You, Lord have made me from beginning to evermore.
Father, you designed my soul and planted your own Spirit within me.
Your Love lights the Lantern that burns brightly before me even in the darkest night.
You are there when I call out. You hear my faintest whisper.
Lord, the breadth and depth of mortal suffering is so much greater than my own
And Your heart reaches to all for You know our pain.
You have promised a Day when we will live and rise with only Love and Freedom.

But, my spirit cries out with more the pain of more than my body, Father,
It aches of this life.
It aches of my persistence, of the exceeding loss that accelerates,
and of a weariness that distances me from the living.
My spirit longs for the mercy of being tendered with kindness.
Did you forget me when you scripted this one’s mortal destiny? What end, Father…

Hear me because I know that You love me.
Oh Lord, hear me because I know that You have formed me.
Hear me because Your Will is sovereign and good and near to all that suffer.
Comfort me Father because I have seen your Face and have felt the touch of Your Might.
Intercede in my distress because you know all of my heart even before I whisper to you.
Increase my faith and send messages of hope to me on the Wings of Your Spirit.
Let me feel You carrying me and lifting me above the weight of mortal pain.
May the Might of Your Arm hold me with Peace and Comfort, for I know that you are Near.

Father, I love you in the darkest hours and seek you. You always Find me.
If tears are the way that you have designed me to see clearly, then wash me in them.
For I would want to see you and be with you more than with any other.

Thank you Father, for the sight of You through the curve of a tear.
Rain them upon me until I see. Wash me until I am free.

But Lord, for an hour, or a day if it is your Will
May I know a life’s favor from You?
Just for some moments, to live as others do.

Oh but wait Father, I ask Your reverse,
This is no matter-there is no plead.

You are the All of this moment’s Holy poise
The rapture that lives far beyond mortal noise…
Wrap all of my prayers in your shelter of Love
And I would be joyed here, content as above.
No wanting remains or asking of needs…
Oh Father, let the wash of Your Grace find me Freed.

© 2017 sept. Linda Willows

“There is much more to be”…a poem from Linda Willows

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I am not the story of me.
Far from that is what formed to be.
Etched deep within my beating heart,
There lies a Life inborn from the start.

This, my soul the light that shines deep,
One part that endures throughout life’s keep.
Ever protecting with the shield of God’s glove,
It covers, it hovers, it holds me in Love.

I am not the story of me.
Far from that there is much more to be.
The distance from birth to life’s reaching end
Would be like a star meeting horizon’s far bend.

© 2017 Linda Willows