“The Moment That God Made”, a poem by Linda Willows (Grace, Blessing, God’s Peace)

Stillness comes in the sweet summer’s green eve.
I sit in God’s vast and gaze. Oh heart, I believe.
All becomes wonder, a calm hushed serene,
cast in the joy of the surrender’s unseen.

Tendered sweet breezes lift and float by
tossing the meadows; the birds rise to fly.
A lullaby hums from clouds far, far above-
I feel we’ve been blessed in this hour with Graced love.

Green feathered leaves dance in the sun’s warm light,
rustling, whispering; they reach to delight!
How deep is my wonder of the moment God made-
undisturbed, unknown and from heaven portrayed.

© 2016 Linda Willows

Colossian’s 1:15-16 –He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn of all creation. For by him all things were created, in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or rulers or authorities—all things were created through him and for him.

Numbers 6:24-26 –The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make his face to shine upon you and be gracious to you; the Lord lift up his countenance upon you and give you peace.

“Puritan Prayer, The Deeps”, from The Valley of Vision (Repentance, Lordship of Jesus Christ, Grace)

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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

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

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

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 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

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.