Love’s Grace Extolled
Love finds me falling into its grace deep,
a winsome warm wave of sweet callings keep.
Oh follow this near, I could not part far,
from this Heart of calling, a winsome wave’s reap,
here in God’s Love- not by distance nor star.
Find me in the shining of far light above.
It hovers, yet reaches, it come near to love.
Like the twilight that arises as sister to the moon,
Love comes near to touch- I fall into a swoon.
Love finds me falling through a celestial scroll,
tendered with prayers that invoke Godly extol.
Turning my Face to the beauty of Thee.
I am washed, filled within, with the soul of devotee.
©2012 Linda Willows
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