“Given up in Prayer’s River”…worship prose from LWillows

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Given up in Prayer’s River

Heart blushed to quiver
Life’s moments fall slivered
Altered, surrendered, given up in prayer’s river.

Deep weighs the moments
That comes in waves tendered
Rendered by life’s only, yet such lonely chance be
More that grass blowing
More than leaves lost
More than times flowing
But disciple of Thee.

Heart blushed to quiver
Life’s moments fall slivered
Altered, surrendered, given up in prayer’s river.

© Linda Willows 2018
Photograph: Forgotten-Heaven (Rome, Italy) by Claudio Beffa

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“Take the Leap. Stretch your reach. Lift. By the Power of God whose Spirit is in You”…Photo-inspire from LWillows

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“Hold this Dear Mountain” from Linda Willows

Hold this Dear Mountain

My heart does long for a mountain to hold
with deep embrace and prayers that unfold
into the sweetened winds, as all things are told.

Do you see the rock, the boulder, the tree?
They are each a friend, they are dear to me.
The mountain waits; the ancients see.
They bid my heart, they set me free.

Rocky heights rush towards a heaven rare,
Oh Holy Spirit, I feel Thee there!
My Own is lifted, endowed in this Air.

My soul soars throughout, as on the wings of a dove
In embrace with the Earth,  held so rare, high above.
Nature’s shoulders keep vigil, they see; they love.
Oh, hold this dear Mountain, it’s the Lord’s Treasure Trove.

©2012 Linda Willows, © 2018 Linda Willows

“I can Hear Sweet Love’s Roar” a worship poem from LWillows

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Lord, lift this frame, what designs me so.
My heart cannot still, it must learn to let go.

Allowance may pour through the fount of Love’s door
Yet the fray of dark days set new fires at the fore.
Pour on through the flames lest none but Thy Light
Brings You close; finds my heart, tends my all in the night.

Lord take all heart names that resign me like, so…
I cannot and will not belong to their tow.
Lift off from this frame “what designs me far from you”,
Bring my heart near, let it run to your Love’s Pew.

Come mark my tent with your sacred Love’s pour.
Call me out. Let Life in. I can hear sweet Love’s roar.

Bless every year, every tear that let go.
God shape the frame, for this Heart is aglow.

©2018 republish Linda Willows; © 2014, 2012 Linda Willows