“Grace Floods to Its Fullness”, a worship poem from L.Willows (grace, the fullness of joy, peace, reborn)

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Grace, peace like a river, swells dear in my heart.
Cover, that bends, lends all to impart.
Joy, sweet as rare honey, how I lavish the taste,
Here, here in God’s garden, I walk, I pace.

Grace comes with mystery’s partings, there, after times of the long night.
Birthed now in beginnings; aching in the wonder of sight.
Hopes wrapped in yesterday left and freed like its’ cares.
This, in the dawn of a new day, born in the light of First Prayer.

Grace floods to its’ fullness- swelled and born again in overflow.
How deeply I am poured like a vessel bent There to go.
Sent like Gods’ fine wine, into vast, vast sea deep below.
There, in sweet His River, I live in His wondrous Love’s Glow.

© 2019 Linda Willows

Psalm 1:1- “And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatever he doeth shall prosper.”

Psalm 16:11 -“You make known to me the path of life; in your presence there is fullness of joy; at your right hand are pleasures forevermore.”

John 1:16 -“For from his fullness we have all receivedgrace upon grace.”

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“Here in The Garden of The Summer’s Slow End”, a poem from L.Willows

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Summer days seeming, seeming to end,
The green deepens to close every bend.
Birds spread their wings and fly low in the sky
Flocked to far away warmth, into the sun’s eye.

You will always be there,
the heart remembers we are One.
Seasons change, time shifts, like the afternoon sun.
See the glow, feel the warmth,
in the stillness that, His love is spun.

Here in the garden of the summer’s slow end,
There are new beginnings, this in Love’s sweet lend.
When the birds fly like arrows with songs of mystery
Our heart goes with them, in joy’s jubilee.

Summer end days, Summer’s slow lend,
How we linger, how we dream.
In the heavy full sweetness of the
Green’s last swooning gleam.

© 2019 Linda Willows

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:
a time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
a time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
a time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to seek, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
a time to tear, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
a time to love, and a time to hate;
a time for war, and a time for peace.

“Of the Bird, of the Bird”, a worship poem from L.Willows (Loved, His Spirit, Trust)

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Of the bird, of the bird
that is pressed to flight.
Please wait, look back
Oh, see me tonight.

Know all, know all
Remember the light.
Capture our dreams
and the heart that holds might.

Take with you the sunshine.
Take with you the dreams.
Take all of the joy
that measures life’s seams.

This to the heavens.
This to the skies.
All for forever.
Bird, fly, fly, fly.

© 2019 Linda Willows

John 3:16
For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.

Psalm 19:1-14
The heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky above proclaims his handiwork. Day to day pours out speech, and night to night reveals knowledge. There is no speech, nor are there words, whose voice is not heard. Their voice goes out through all the earth, and their words to the end of the world. In them he has set a tent for the sun, which comes out like a bridegroom leaving his chamber, and, like a strong man, runs its course with joy.

“All the Love that was Told”, a worship poem from L.Willows

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All The Love That was Told

Facing the Beloved we ask, we long,
Seeking his peace we hope, hearts hold on.
Throughout different journeys,
Throughout times that quest,
Here are his Children, held dear to his chest.

Strengthened by a faith that deepens with time.
Met with unmeasured amounts of love’s brine.
Here in the valley that is softened by grace,
Here walk those tendered by mercy’s sweet pace.

Held by the Beloved, we pray, we see.
Seeking his peace, we live, walking free.
In places unknown, some new, some old,
There are his Children that care to be bold.
Daring to share all the Love that was Told.

© 2019 Linda Willows

Genesis 28:15
Behold, I am with you and will keep you wherever you go, and will bring you back to this land. For I will not leave you until I have done what I have promised you.”

2 Corinthians 12:19
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.

2 Corinthians 1:20-22
For all the promises of God find their Yes in him. That is why it is through him that we utter our Amen to God for his glory.  And it is God who establishes us with you in Christ, and has anointed us, and who has also put his seal on us and given us his Spirit in our hearts as a guarantee.