“Can You See My Soul’s Pew” a Praise poem from LWillows

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Yearning, heart learning all forwards to You.
Unknowing, unseeing, all motions sway to.
Wearing the cares that long for your view,
Lord, I am calling, I am reaching – do you see my soul’s pew?

Hoping, trusting and wanting only to be,
Yours in close keeping. Safely, home. Adoptee.
This true assembly, my only heart’s aim.
Lord, I am praising. Can you touch this heart’s frame?

Make tender all that tosses.
Mellow soft what rebels.
Keep near what delights.
Subdue what must be lost.
Keep me in Your Reign Lord, I stand at The Cross.

Oh longing, heart leaning all forward to see.
Pray a Knowing and a Trust that motions this me,
Wearing cares made holy, made simple and sure.
Lord, I am praising, bowed low, made pure,
Reach what is Yours, let all Love endure.

© 2018 Linda Willows

Psalm 143:8
Let me hear Your loving devotion in the morning, for I have put my trust in You. Teach me the way I should walk, for to You I lift up my soul.

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“In the Nest of God’s Sight”…a poem by Linda Willows


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In soundless tears my soul does weep,
It reaches near bold love to keep.
A brightened canopy of stars…
Look down upon such human scars.

Fall they into a river of light,
Rushing through all my heart with might.
For joy does follow even this night,
As I lay bare in the nest of God’s sight.

I am healed as a child in the arms of love;
My heart is stilled by Him above.
One tear does fall if only to say,
Your Love, Lord fills all of me. Swept, I pray.

©2016 repubish, 2014 Linda Willows

Photograph gratitude to Romina Dughero

 

“They come mended, grace tended”…a worship poem by L. Willows

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I am covered deep in His Love divine,
joy soaps each tear, each year, each line.
The folds of heart wrinkles are wrapped in embrace,
they come mended, grace tended with new holy birthplace.

How soft the reach to this blessed imprint.
Life’s all presses in be near such Bright’s glint.
I look out, all around, rest inside and remain
in the hold, depth and width of Your glory and reign.

© 2018 republish 2016, Linda Willows
Photograph by Jarrod

“In Your deep Love I abide, in Mercy and Atone”….a poem by Linda Willows

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What dreams may be shattered are surely no loss,
but parts formed in shadows illumined by gloss.
All thought to be mine, even destined design;
now in ruin and rubble, all a crumbled old shrine.

While this desert, this lone-space, and stories poured out,
A whisper of God bundled truth in my heart.
Even the tender, the most fragile life-drifts,
are wooed by a silk wind’s embracing sweet lift.

Call me by my name Dear Lord, the one that You only Know
I will answer to no other now; all else I will forgo.
The Kingdom does receive my all and know me as His own.
And in Your deep Love, I abide, in Mercy and Atone.

© 2016 Linda Willows
Photograph by Glazunov Nikolay