“Star-shine, Soul’s Brine”, a worship poem by L.Willows (Christ the King, Holiness, Presence of God)

I am covered low, in love divine,
as one embraced in sacred vine.

A wreath by day, Thou lights heart shrine.
And come the night, Star-shine, soul’s brine.

The eyes of Heaven open revered,
Holy, holy, Our Lord comes near.

A hush of prayers bow low, sweet with tears.
Father – Our Lord, He is here. He is here.

Pour Love ravine, from caverns etched,
unleash the streams -come dancing fetched.
Such Holy moments do announce
Christ the King, with arms outstretched.

©2014 Linda Willows

Revelation 21:3 —“And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, “Behold, the dwelling place of God is with man. He will dwell with them, and they will be his people, and God himself will be with them as their God.”

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