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
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
A Christmas Prayer 2017
The prayer that I speak is given beneath,
All holy life and the gifts bequeathed.
Grateful I am for wherever I stand,
Forever Loved by Our Lord, in His Land.
A Kingdom Born to root in all parts
To set Love’s spirit free in all hearts.
Let me be one single voice,
A whisper of peace that sings rejoice.
Sofly, boldly, louder still…
Until my whole entire feels His will.
Gladden this, the season’s Hope,
That all might see through God’s telescope…
Loved we are, Love we must.
O such a Voice sings the Birth of Love’s Trust!
© 2017 Linda Willows
photograph by Laurent J. Frigault