Running with Wind
Longing towards heaven in wondrous beseech
are the prayers of our hearts- they longingly reach.
Held in the palm of God’s sky in deep sweep.
Lifted like archers in tall clouds that leap.
In the midst of it all, we reach not in vain,
for in His beloveds, in His Spirit, God reigns.
Running with Wind, we sing Holy praise
There, in becoming with The Joy of all days.
Sending, a Kingdom by reach that reigns Love.
cast for all to gather, by His will from above.
© 2020 Linda Willows
Esther 8:17 — Your words were found, and I ate them, and your words became to me a joy and the delight of my heart, for I am called by your name, O Lord, God of hosts.
Romans 15:13 — May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope.
Isaiah 57:15 —For thus says the One who is high and lifted up, who inhabits eternity, whose name is Holy: “I dwell in the high and holy place, and also with him who is of a contrite and lowly spirit, to revive the spirit of the lowly, and to revive the heart of the contrite.