2 Thessalonians 2:16-17 “eternal comfort and good hope through grace”

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2 Thessalonians 2:16-17
Now may our Lord Jesus Christ himself, and God our Father, who loved us and gave us eternal comfort and good hope through grace, comfort your hearts and establish them in every good work and word.

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Thanksgiving Prayer, “Holy Faith Forward”…offered by Linda Willows

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Holy Father
Giving Thanks causes our hearts to look back…
For You have known us each in this year past.
You have blessed us with your protection and your mercy.
You have spared us from the wrath of greater evils.
And shed your Light upon all that stood in harm’s way.
Father, there is no Love stronger than yours.
And nothing in this world lasts but your Promise.
Give us hearts that are turned to You in the coming year.
Grant that we are merciful to others, as You have been to us.
Help us to love as we have been Loved.
And increase our Faith, because Father -you have been so Faithful to us.
We are grateful, Dear Lord for your Blessings and the fullness of our Portion.
Amen

© 2017 Linda Willows

John 16:13, KJV. “…When he, the Spirit of truth, is come, he will guide you into all truth: for he shall not speak of himself; but whatsoever he shall hear, that shall he speak: and he will shew you things to come.”

Psalm 119:57
The LORD is my portion; I have promised to keep Your words.

“Lord, lift my son to You”….from LWillows

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“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 past arrears.

I surrendered, confessed, 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 blue dwell like faraway doors,
Yet I wander through of decades 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