“With Love That Outlasts”, a worship poem from Linda Willows

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With Love That Outlasts

The evening shifts, the clouds reform.
I watch a passing storm transform.
Like the heart through seasons of,
this life that journeys throughout Love.

In the beauty of God’s wondrous heart;
here we fasten, there we start.
Such are the oceans that open invite,
this sky of sweet bidding and joyous delight.

In the calm of a peace that stills all.
Here my heart rests. Here my soul calls.
God in the answers; the silence that asks
fills all the spaces with Love that outlasts.

© 2019 Linda Willows

Psalm 46:10 “He says, “Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.”

Jeremiah 33:3
“‘Call to me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know.’”

Isaiah 54:8
“With everlasting love I will have compassion on you, says the Lord your Redeemer.”

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“My Lord’s Holy Pew”, a praise poem by LWillows

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My Lord’s Holy Pew

Holy moment quaked and my heartbeat was new.
His Hand drew expanse of the view left to right.
My journey revealed in broad scoping hue.
Seeing in This light was almost too bright.

My arms rose high and swept into praise
fingertips quivered with joy’s quickening blaze.
Kneeling, I wept, spirit-filled and soaked through.
Entwining, heart climbing, dissolved into love…
There I was praising, at My Lord’s Holy pew.

© 2018 Linda Willows

“Motioned”…a poem by Linda Willows

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Motioned inside the ache of what breaks…
my limbs, they are stretched; called out to seek space.
finding the pathways so hidden with twists
all those that tangle and cause broken resists.

How deeply this pull does want in my arms,
they reach with far longing like the sky’s destitute,
tipping and touching with hands that sweep out
like wings former broken, now finding life’s route.

Pulse stirs within each breath that absolves,
unraveling, unwinding, uncurling pain’s cry
escorted within the quaking of mirth
comes glorious joy freed upon life’s rebirth.

© 2017 Linda Willows