Hope runs to freedom, skies fill with blue,
valleys and mountains are cast in love’s hue.
The dawn of a New day rises to crest.
Announcing, pronouncing, God’s will be blessed.
Tears run to streams of waters that light-
sparkle, like thousands of angels at night.
Dreams come to fore, they break in the days,
comforted, soaked in mercy’s sweet gaze.
Love runs to freedom; lives filled with You.
Worlds within worlds come tumbling through.
Running to love, we declare, we attest-
At the dawn, from the dawn, all will be blessed.
© 2020 Linda Willows
Revelation 7: 16-17
They shall hunger no more, neither thirst anymore;
the sun shall not strike them,
nor any scorching heat.
For the Lamb in the midst of the throne will be their shepherd,
and he will guide them to springs of living water,
and God will wipe away every tear from their eyes.
Isaiah 25:8 —He will swallow up death forever; and the Lord GOD will wipe away tears from all faces, and the reproach of his people he will take away from all the earth, for the LORD has spoken.