“A Wind Through Reed’s Prayer”, worship poem from L.Willows

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A Wind Through Reed’s Prayer

I have seen a place where we all rise
Where music awaits that lifts clouds to skies
All of the heavens are opened by gate
There in the roam of a paradise state.

Kept by a sweetness, I felt someone near
All of life’s friendships, everyone dear.
Touched by such heart-songs, there I could dance
All of the songs seemed called from life’s trance.

Here in the midst of such love, I was called
The joy of a river that worships, enthralled.
Stepping out from all that keeps us astray
A threshold beckoned and swept me away.

There were no tears in this quiet place bright
Sunshine of warmth beckoned all towards the light.
I cast off a shoe, then the other, then free
Soon I was dancing with another like me.

I remember the Motion that swept through me there
cast like some other; a wind through reed’s prayer.
This from a roam at some heavenly gate
I rose to a journey in the spirit’s elate.

© 2019 Linda Willows

Revelation 21:4
He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.

Psalm 30:11
You have turned for me my mourning into dancing; You have loosed my sackcloth and girded me with gladness.

1 Thessalonians 4:13-14
But we do not want you to be uninformed, brethren, about those who are asleep, so that you will not grieve as do the rest who have no hope. For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so God will bring with Him those who have fallen asleep in Jesus.

“God’s Tree”, a worship poem by LWillows

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God’s Tree

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