“Puritan Prayer, The Deeps”, From the Valley of Vision (The Lordship of Jesus Christ, Grace, a Fresh Filling)

The Deeps

Lord Jesus, give me a deeper repentance, a horror of sin, a dread of its approach. Help me chastely to flee it and jealously to resolve that my heart shall be Yours alone.

Give me a deeper trust, that I may lose myself to find myself in You, the ground of my rest, the spring of my being.

Give me a deeper knowledge of Yourself as saviour, master, lord, and king.

Give me deeper power in private prayer, more sweetness in Your Word, more steadfast grip on its truth.

Give me deeper holiness in speech, thought, action, and let me not seek moral virtue apart from You.

Plough deep in me, great Lord, heavenly husbandman, that my being may be a tilled field, the roots of grace spreading far and wide, until You alone are seen in me, Your beauty golden like summer harvest, Your fruitfulness as autumn plenty.

I have no master but You, no law but Your will, no delight but Yourself, no wealth but that You give, no good but that You bless, no peace but that You bestow.

I am nothing but that You make me. I have nothing but that I receive from You. I can be nothing but that grace adorns me.

Quarry me deep, dear Lord, and then fill me to overflowing with living water.

Amen

FromThe Valley of Vision: A Collection of Puritan Prayers & Devotions, edited by Arthur Bennett

“On This Holy Ground”, a worship poem from L.Willows (God’s Glory, God’s Love, Deliverance)

ON THIS HOLY GROUND

On this holy ground,
in the morn’s waking of-
bathed in becoming,
we stand in Love.

Here in the midst,
there in a calm-
hearts soaked in God’s Glory,
held in His palm.

On this holy ground,
we stand, hearts strong-
joined in His forever,
called by His song.

Here are the words,
There sounds the call-
Formed in God’s Kingdom
meant for us, All.

Near is such bidding
Sweet is The voice,
hushed by the winds
of tunnels, time’s choice.

Here we are swept
into Joy’s honeycomb
Deep into the mound
that keeps all who roam Home.

© 2019 Linda Willows

When the Lord saw that he turned aside to see, God called to him out of the bush, “Moses, Moses!” And he said, “Here I am.” 5 Then he said, “Do not come near; take your sandals off your feet, for the place on which you are standing is holy ground.” 6 And he said, “I am the God of your father, the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob.” And Moses hid his face, for he was afraid to look at God. — Exodus 3:4-6

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

At The Dawn

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-
sparkling, like thousands of angels at night.
Dreams come to fore; they are born in the Day,
washed in the aroma of a Godly bouquet.

Love runs to freedom. Lives fill with You.
Worlds within worlds come tumbling through.
Running to Love, we declare, we attest-
At the dawn, at the Dawn, all will be Blessed.

© 2020 Linda Willows

2 Peter 1:19 —So we have the prophetic word made more sure, to which you do well to pay attention as to a lamp shining in a dark place, until the day dawns and the morning star arises in your hearts.

Isaiah 58:8 —“Then your light will break out like the dawn,
And your recovery will speedily spring forth;
And your righteousness will go before you;
The glory of the Lord will be your rear guard.