This, they are calling, this they agree.
Bring full his mercy, see each heart’s plea.
From here to yonder, far to most near.
Lives seek love’s tender, soft pouring on fear.
Not one alone nor, kept from God’s heart.
Each in his goodness, life from the start.
This we, they- all call, for His Spirit does hear.
All in the mercy of his Kingdom, so near.
Count us in the blessing, let all be called.
Bring full his mercy, let our hearts be enthralled.
From here to yonder, let all be filled.
This we, they- all call, may his Spirit be tilled.
© 2019 Linda Willows
But He gives us more grace. This is why it says: “God opposes the proud, but gives grace to the humble.”
So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.
The Lord is my strength and my song; he has given me victory.
Arms Reach to Loved Ones
Arms reach to loved ones,
the same that are far-
stirred yet for all time,
pray God stirs none ajar.
Let move the night stars.
Let shift the winds.
Holy, find hearts home Lord.
Give mercies rescind.
Arms reach to loved ones,
bring far to near-
Grace, find all dear ones
in the embrace of God’s Appear.
© 2018 Linda Willows
1 Corinthians 1-4
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Be always humble, gentle, and patient. Show your love by being tolerant with one another. Do your best to preserve the unity which the Spirit gives by means of the peace that binds you together.
Honor your father and your mother, as the LORD your God has commanded you, so that you may live long and that it may go well with you in the land the LORD your God is giving you.
All of heaven reaches your branches;
all of the earth beside your depths,
I pray beside your deep green wonder,
like a child with a heart of new breaking thunder.
The grass beneath is warm and soft,
a nest to hold this wandering guest
that all tender souls might reach to your bend,
and fold into the arms of God’s dear tend.
Oh, keep me near such arms bound and set free;
held close in this fold, wrapped dear in mercy.
The substance of love reaches out as foretold;
my heart is embraced in the grasp of a sweet hold.
Soft Heaven, pray to leave me, here tenderly.
I am sheltered, caressed and held by Love’s own decree,
a captive of – no other than Thee.
© 2018 Linda Willows © 2011 Linda Willows
“Lord, lift my son to You”
I lost and found him throughout the years,
In stories that wound and then tangled with tears.
There I lay soaked in a hive of mother fears,
Caught in the crossfire of life’s inner spheres.
I surrendered, bent forth, in soliloquy bared,
And all of my words left your heart undeclared.
You are loved, my son. My soul pours without end.
Nothing could sever or hinder soul’s blend.
Your eyes shine blue like faraway doors,
Yet I wander through the decades of horizons, yours.
More cherished than anything that words could hide;
Inscribed are the visions that love wrote inside.
Lord, carry what I am powerless to hold.
Lift my son’s heart to Yours in Love’s mercy bold.
Be His Father, stir the miracles – the ones that were born
When you formed him in me, your own Spirit’s dwelling sworn.
© 2017 Linda Willows, 2018