Love’s Grace Extolled
Love finds me falling into its grace deep,
a winsome warm wave of sweet callings keep.
Oh follow this near, I could not part far,
from this Heart of calling, a winsome wave’s reap,
here in God’s Love- not by distance nor star.
Find me in the shining of far light above.
It hovers, yet reaches, it come near to love.
Like the twilight that arises as sister to the moon,
Love comes near to touch- I fall into a swoon.
Love finds me falling through a celestial scroll,
tendered with prayers that invoke Gods’ extol.
Turning my Face to the beauty of Thee.
I am washed, filled within, with the soul of devotee.
©2012 Linda Willows, republish 2018
“The Lord your God is with you, he is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, he will quiet you with his love, he will rejoice over you with singing.” Zephaniah 3:17
“His banner over me is love.” Song of Songs 2:4