My love joys in surrender’s embrace.
It empties to confess; hollows bare in Holy brace.
Thy gentle court, how willingly, I seek your face, I come to Thee.
My soul is fed, I am adoptee.
Holy instant brings prayers’ grace…
at the seal of atonement’s sacred decree.
I moaned with the rumble of rock and wave
Heart lifted its sin, into grace to save.
Jesu, my dear Lord your arms my enclave.
Bowing to Love is such joyous bend’s nest.
Oh, I feel as I pray, I am to be Blessed.
Ecstatic love humbles, Gods’ door has been pressed.
© by Linda Willows 2014, 2017