“Can You See My Soul’s Pew” a Praise poem from L.Willows (Jesus Christ, Faith, Prayer)

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Yearning, heart learning
all forward to You.
Unknowing, unseeing,
all motions sway to.
Wearing the cares
that long for your view,
Lord, I am calling,
do you see my soul’s pew?

Hoping and trusting
wanting only to be,
Yours in close keeping.
Safely, home. Adoptee.
This, true assembly;
my only heart’s aim.
Lord, I am praising.
Can you touch this heart’s frame?

Make tender what rebels.
Mellow soft what formed loss.
Subdue what cries afar.
Keep me in Your Reign.
Bear near earthen star.

Wearing cares made holy,
simple and sure.
Lord, I am praising,
bowed low, made pure,
Heart, felled to You,
may Your Kingdom endure.

© 2018 Linda Willows

Psalm 143:8
Let me hear Your loving devotion in the morning, for I have put my trust in You. Teach me the way I should walk, for to You I lift up my soul.

“They come mended, grace tended”…a worship poem by L. Willows


I am covered deep in His Love divine,
joy soaps 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 to this blessed imprint.
Life’s all presses in be near such Bright’s 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

“In Your deep Love I abide, in Mercy and Atone”….a poem by Linda Willows


What dreams may be shattered are surely no loss,
but parts formed in shadows illumined by gloss.
All thought to be mine, even destined design;
now in ruin and rubble, all a crumbled old shrine.

While this desert, this lone-space, and stories poured out,
A whisper of God bundled truth in my heart.
Even the tender, the most fragile life-drifts,
are wooed by a silk wind’s embracing sweet lift.

Call me by my name Dear Lord, the one that You only Know
I will answer to no other now; all else I will forgo.
The Kingdom does receive my all and know me as His own.
And in Your deep Love, I abide, in Mercy and Atone.

© 2016 Linda Willows
Photograph by Glazunov Nikolay