“They come mended, heart tended”…a worship poem by LWillows


I am covered deep in His Love divine,
joy soaks each tear, each year, each line.
The folds of heart wrinkles are wrapped in embrace,
they come mended, grace tended with new holy birthplace.

How soft the reach of this blessed imprint.
Life’s all presses in to be near such Bright’s sweet glint.
I look out, all around, rest inside and remain
in the hold, depth and width of Your glory and reign.

© 2018 republish; 2016 Linda Willows
Photograph by Jarrod

Zephaniah 3:17

The LORD your God is with you, he is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, he will quiet you with his love, he will rejoice over you with singing.