My Lord you bid my heart to cry…
You sway my soul with a lifted sigh.
Closer than from a stilled Lit Throne,
All beckons; becomes and brings me home.
Joy reaped from the years that time did find;
Grace forwarded all mined true, as Thine.
Lord, find me praying, singing out at the door.
This pilgrim dissolves into joy at Love’s Pour.
My Lord you bid my heart to cry…
You sway my soul with a lifted sigh!
Take my hand, my life; brace all in your Own
and lead me into Your Kingdom known.
© 2016 Linda Willows
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The aim of The BELOVED is to awaken Christian Unity, embolden Fellowship and inspire Hope. "Our hearts are confident because of God’s Love, encouraged by the joy of His Loving Presence, gathered together by the enduring power of His Spirit."
Linda's journey includes writing, prayer, and daily devotion, "surely, I know less and less as my heart empties to the majesty of Seeing Jesus Christ".
With a love for people expanded by extensive travels to more than 20 countries and work in regions of crises, she expresses a lifelong dedication to the Heart of what unites us - God's Love. Willows was the Founder and Director of a non-profit Humanitarian NGO with the United Nations. Currently she is devoted to community, writing projects and Christian outreach.
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