Running With Wind
Leaping towards heaven in wondrous beseech
are the prayers of our hearts.
With longing, they reach.
Held in the palm of God’s sky in love’s sweep,
they lift like archers
aiming towards His great deep.
In the midst of it all, we reach not in vain,
God Reigns. God Reigns.
Running with Wind, we sing out Holy praise
There, in becoming with
The Joy of all days.
Sending, His Kingdom, in the reach that reigns Love.
for all to re-gather,
by His will from above.
Certain, in the calling by His Name in the skies.
There we proclaim,
with our heart tears baptized.
© 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.
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.