How silent the morning
in Light’s beautified grant.
Each tree branch held bended
in wanting cupped thirst.
Leaves groomed in green lace
Whisper prayers from hushed verse.
Life sweeps aside
in the grandeur of Day.
arching towards Tomorrow
from the times of our stay.
In the slant of light’s glimmer
We are tended, we are grown.
Weeping joy’s mercies
our deep hope is sown.
At the Glory we break,
And in awe- we are stilled.
Given all, given all-
we are Yours, we are filled.
Wrapped in holy love’s hush
in shade of Grace tree.
Love reaches, falls softly
Upon prayer’s bended knee.
© 2018 Linda Willows
Psalm 17:6
I am praying to you because I know you will answer, O God. Bend down and listen as I pray.
Psalm 116
I love the Lord because he hears my prayers and answers them. 2 Because he bends down and listens, I will pray as long as I breathe!
