Come forth, come out you whispered wail,
I hear the heart that pours the tale.
Memories tumble in haunted detail;
They hold, they sting, they cling to the veil.
Yet-“Forward leading, Love preceding…
All brings hope in the dawn of today.
Might receiving, Grace exceeding,
Lord, your yoke is Mercy’s way.”
We suffer the mortal humblings that gain
an entry to the threshold of glory, not pain.
Pray that our hearts be brave, never slain…
and victor of all of Thy Kingdom in Reign.
And-“Forward leading, Love preceding;
All bear the Name that heard His Call.
Mortal Hearts be lifted, gifted…
Suffer no more within Mercy’s All.”
© 2016 Linda Willows