“From Heaven’s Glove”, a worship poem from L.Willows (Blessing, God’s Comfort)

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I know sweet circles, like clouds in my heart.
Far from here, they do not part.
If they wander, if they stray.
A love wind brings them back this way.

Called to be by an unseen hand
here they rest, there they stand.
Coddled all beside one Guest,
A might that gathers all as Blessed.

When the winds of life, stirred become
stormed, or rifted, pulled by some –
Here within a Life abides
comfort tendered from all sides.

Drawn like dew from heaven’s glove,
soaked into each circle of –
this heart of mine with hesed love,
given all from God above.

Thankfulness comes sweeping through
like heaven’s dust from clouds gone by
There I am, a child of His,
blessed and swept into love’s sky.

© 2018 Linda Willows

“Because your love is better than life, my lips will glorify you.” Psalm 63:3

“Your love, O Lord, reaches to the heavens, your faithfulness to the skies. Your righteousness is like the mighty mountains, your justice like the great deep.” Psalm 36:5-6

“I will declare that your love stands firm forever, that you established your faithfulness in heaven itself.” Psalm 89:2

“‘Though the mountains be shaken and the hills be removed, yet my unfailing love for you will not be shaken nor my covenant of peace be removed,’ says the Lord, who has compassion on you.” Isaiah 54:10

“The Nests of Red Barn”, a worship poem by Linda Willows


from L.Willows- I remember peaceful times, hearts filled with dreams; hopes and promises of tomorrow. There is still a peace that reigns beyond all circumstance. We can live in the fullness of God’s Grace. His promises are eternal. All seasons of our lives and of the world that we live in belong to Him. I trust God who loves and reaches to each of us with care and comfort.- June 2020

The Nests of Red Barn (L.Willows 2016)

Winter’s green fields come round full of grace.
Valleys run deep to catch the sun’s lace.
Hills and mountains run full yonder cast
a lavender grey mist woes deep from the vast.

Nearby farmhouse stand upright, straight and red
held generations are warm, bred and well-fed.
And as the horses, goats, cows all graze in the fields,
it seems that they know of a treasure there sealed.

Peace lies in the whispers and the hallows of red Barn;
In the huddle of chickens and cat nesting in hay yarn.
Here is the core of all life on the farm,
All rest on the eve of a home next to each,
each creature sweet nested, with Farmer in reach.

© 2016 Linda Willows
Photograph by Maleah Torney

“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 is 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.