“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.”

“Take Us To Church”, a worship poem from L.Willows (A Holy Temple, Christ Jesus, Belonging to God)

Take Us to Church

Take us to church this morning, this day.
Take all of our hearts in a chorus that prays,
singing together in praises that say-
We belong to you forever, and cannot stay away.

In this Gathering-Home, Your own place alone,
we rest with you Jesus – from all of life’s roam.
Hushed in the midst of Your Spirit’s delight,
calmed in the Love of Your Kingdom’s invite.

Take us to church in the promise of Life.
Sanctify us as we gather through strife.
Bless every heart that enters Your Door.
that thirsts and receives The Lord’s Holy pour.

© 2020 Linda Willows

Psalm 100:3 —Know that the Lord, he is God! It is he who made us, and we are his; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.

Ephesians 2:19-22 —So then you are no longer strangers and aliens, but you are fellow citizens with the saints and members of the household of God, built on the foundation of the apostles and prophets, Christ Jesus himself being the cornerstone, in whom the whole structure, being joined together, grows into a holy temple in the Lord. In him you also are being built together into a dwelling place for God by the Spirit.

John 10:9-10 -I am the door. If anyone enters by me, he will be saved and will go in and out and find pasture. The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have life and have it abundantly.

“At The Dawn”, worship poem from L.Willows (Blessing, Eternal Hope)

Hope runs to freedom, skies fill with blue,
valleys and mountains are cast in love’s hue.
The dawn of a New day rises to crest.
Announcing, pronouncing, God’s will be blessed.

Tears run to streams of waters that light-
sparkle, like thousands of angels at night.
Dreams come to fore, they break in the days,
comforted, soaked in mercy’s sweet gaze.

Love runs to freedom; lives filled with You.
Worlds within worlds come tumbling through.
Running to love, we declare, we attest-
At the dawn, from the dawn, all will be blessed.

© 2020 Linda Willows

Revelation 7: 16-17
They shall hunger no more, neither thirst anymore;
the sun shall not strike them,
nor any scorching heat.
For the Lamb in the midst of the throne will be their shepherd,
and he will guide them to springs of living water,
and God will wipe away every tear from their eyes.

Isaiah 25:8 —He will swallow up death forever; and the Lord GOD will wipe away tears from all faces, and the reproach of his people he will take away from all the earth, for the LORD has spoken.