Grace, peace like a river swells dear in my heart.
A Cover that bends, lends all to impart.
Joy, rare as a honey, one lavish to taste,
Here in God’s garden, I walk- I pace.
In mystery’s depart, there, after time of long night.
Birthed now in beginning for the the ache of its sight.
Hopes wrapped in tomorrow freed in love’s care.
This, in the dawn of new day, in the light of first prayer.
Grace floods to such fullness- born again in overflow.
How deeply I am poured like a vessel bent low.
© 2019 Linda Willows
Psalm 1:1- “And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatever he doeth shall prosper.”
Psalm 16:11 -“You make known to me the path of life; in your presence there is fullness of joy; at your right hand are pleasures forevermore.”
John 1:16 -“For from his fullness we have all received, grace upon grace.”
