“Called; like a Song”, a worship poem from L.Willows (God’s Glory, See Jesus, Holy Spirit)

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Why, how- can such music begin to play sweet;
lullaby enters like a dance from far street.
Then comes a season, like a time from ago,
windswept horizons come forward; they know.

Notes play alone, they enter from afar.
There sounds a caller, like a bird from a star.
Float-Cloud upon all the listeners there,
swept from heavens above, in God’s rarefied air.

Hush, hear the music, such notes playing sweet,
lullaby enters like a dance from far street.
Heart, be soft- like a mist in His Day.
Called, like a song in the Ancient One’s way.

© 2020 Linda Willows

Daniel 7:13 -“I saw in the night visions, and behold, with the clouds of heaven there came one like a son of man, and he came to the Ancient of Days and was presented before him.”

“Before Eternity’s Breath”, a worship poem from L.Willows (Seeing Jesus, Loved by God, Journeying Home)

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When our hearts see Jesus
We behold love’s root.
All our forevers,
wrap round in salute.

Here, our beginning-
the One that stood with
Father and Spirit
Before eternity’s breath.

Fathom, such wonder,
the gaze from this Love
Seeking embrace,
the gift of such grace.

Holiness tendered
here for receiving-
Letting, love’s setting,
parted for such needing.

Thirst, we do thirst
and long to come home.
Rain Full Lord’s Spirit,
refresh our hearts roam.

Lord, we walk towards you,
journeying still.
As we see Jesus,
the Way is Love’s fill.

© Linda Willows

John 8:12 -“Again Jesus spoke to them, saying, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will not walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.”

“Star Shine, Soul’s Brine”, a worship poem from LWillows

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I am covered low in love divine,
as one braced soft in a sacred vine.
A wreath by day, thou lights heart shrine.
And come the night, Star shine, Soul’s brine.

The eyes of Heaven opened, revered.
Holy, holy, Our Lord comes near.
with the hush of prayer, I bow low, sweet with tears,
Oh Father, Abba, my Lord, You are here.

© 2017. 2015 Linda Willows