“Thunder, Thunder, miles of Wonder” worship prose from LWillows

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

Psalm 18:2
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

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2 Corinthians 1:20-24 “For all the promises of God find their Yes in him.” offered by LWillows

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“Soaked in Grace”…a worship poem by LWillows

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Soaked in Grace

As a tide that rises from east to west,
then bursts from within and turns round to grip
fills with the sands and the stones of the earth…
my heart is loosened, undone at it’s girth.

Winds come home to bring up the surf
swept in with barrels of ancient life’s scrolls.
How deep is the current that follows my heart
before, between and beside all life’s start.

Wave crests fly up and dare mists to the sky.
The Heavens could mingle in clouds that go by.
But here is my footprint sinking in sand,
earthbound, in pebbles at the edge where I stand.

Oh tide of hearts homecoming, souls to be lifted
Eastern star lights all to rise in Love’s gifted.
See how the face shines upon the deep sea?
Holy answer sheds grace and soaks all of me..

©: 2017 Linda Willows