Bring my all into Your Godly Roam
Oh Father let my heart rise higher still
Keep me in the bind of your Glory’s will
Stay the burn of ash as it falls below
And append the sway of mortal flow.
Let calm the seas of thoughts that would sail
Towards other shores, not your own, in my fail.
Bring my all into Your Godly roam,
I bid to enter, Lord, I call to be Home.
Oh Father let my heart rise high
Let nothing keep me from Your mind’s eye.
Bound in Love and captured entire,
This remaining, my one desire.
© 2018 Linda Willows
“Peace I leave with you, My peace I give to you; not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.” – John 14:27