FOOTPRINTS IN AWE
Lifted to the clouds I fell to Thee,
As if my all could float, fly, free-
Like a child in God’s sweetest roam,
Swept near, swept in, there close to Home.
All the sky looked like Your Throne,
As if the earth were heaven’s own.
Joined together we were one
Life connected, I was there with God’s Son.
This moment stood then as if apart,
Vivid with color; time soaked my heart.
All of my life and being was held
in a cloud of Light, in a joy drift that swelled.
“Surge”, my heart said, don’t let this go.
Life could take you back in its tow.
Oh the beauty, the Love, the wonders I saw,
I wept in my soul and made footprints in awe.
© 2017 Linda Willows
Isaiah 61:3 — To grant those who mourn in Zion, Giving them a garland instead of ashes, The oil of gladness instead of mourning, The mantle of praise instead of a spirit of fainting. So they will be called oaks of righteousness, The planting of the Lord, that He may be glorified.
Jeremiah 9:24 —But let him who boasts boast of this, that he understands and knows Me, that I am the Lord who exercises lovingkindness, justice and righteousness on earth; for I delight in these things,” declares the Lord.
