Loves’ Answer, Loves’ Promise, The Holy’s Engrave
Dear ones wrapped in loves’ sweetened prayer
hearts deepen, they appeal, they unite, they declare.
Kingdoms and gateways rising to swell
all from the glory of The Beloved’s indwell.
Dear ones held tightly and lifted with trust
calling with might, hearts emptied, cups thrust.
All given in prayer that One may save
Loves’ answer, Loves’ promise; The Holy’s engrave.
© 2019 Linda Willows
Isaiah 65: 24 ~ Before they call I will answer; while they are yet speaking I will hear.
Mark 11:24 ~ Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours.
Love, Love; heart hear through rain’s pouring
Strike, light; come into call’s roaring
Softly but surely, now in this vast
Find the child’s wanting and fill him to last.
Oh, be the One that will Father his heart.
Sweeten and comfort, give him a start.
How sweet the blessing when life opens to
That moment, the pouring of the thunder of You.
Pray, Love, be stilled by a wonder so new.
Filled by a God of Creation’s imbue.
Oh, sweet- yet there is so much to be known
Cupped in Love pouring, Love roaring, Love sown.
© 2018 Linda Willows
“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, And before you were born I consecrated you; I have appointed you a prophet to the nations.” (Jeremiah 1:5)
“Likewise the Spirit also helpeth our infirmities: for we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered. And he that searcheth the hearts knoweth what is the mind of the Spirit, because he maketh intercession for the saints according to the will of God” (Romans 8:26 & 27).
“Then Jonah prayed unto the LORD his God, out of the fish’s belly, And said, ‘I cried by reason of mine affliction unto the LORD, and He heard me; out of the belly of hell cried I, and thou hearest my voice” (Jonah 2:1-2).
Thunder, thunder, miles of wonder,
Footsteps rumble into outcries asunder.
Drive me yet through lands not dissolved
whose voices will not break into distant resolve.
Rumble, Rumble, miles to wonder,
room to soar yet much to forsake.
The outcry of brethren for their own sky to take.
Their voices roar for a new freedom’s wake.
Cast me with honor, give me soul’s wake.
Thunder, Thunder; all is at stake.
Abba, for each and every one of us, Lord
For this Life, this hour, and all choices we make.
©2018 republish; 2012 Linda Willows
The Lord is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer, my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.
2 Corinthians 12:9
But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me.
It is the Power of The Lord that rumbles and thunders through our hearts and lives when we call out. Throughout the Bible, the LORD was invoked in times of need, times that asked for deepened belief throughout strife. Our calls are always heard.
© 2018 The Beloved
O keep me in the nest of You
Don’t wake me ‘till the morning dew
Lest all might break the silence of
This sacred time in love’s sweet pew.
Here amidst sweet nature’s rest
I curl, entwine within your nest
Carried, protected, betrothed and Thine
My soul will keep in all Love’s Divine.
© 2017 Linda Willows
Photograph by Mike Potts