“Running Love’s Joy”, a worship poem from L.Willows (Joy, God’s love, seeing God)

Real joy sometimes weeps like waters that fall,
mountains streams seeking homes of blue
rushing toward freedom that holds all peace
running love towards the source of all reap.

Real joy sometimes lingers like the afternoon sun
wise and patient, slow, in love’s glow.
It sees golden glory through all the clouds,
tells of His Story, enduring enshroud.

Real joy sometimes races like a child in games glee
wandering, wondering, filled with such hope.
There we see everyone’s longing to be
in the arms of forever, with tomorrow’s jubilee.

Real joy sometimes keeps its sweetness in the wind,
gusting with motion, lifting ravine divine.
A gift for us, dancing, Love throughout time.

© 2019 Linda Willows

Psalm 16:11 –“You make known to me the path of life; in your presence there is fullness of joy; at your right hand are pleasures forevermore.”

1 Peter 1:8-9 –“Though you have not seen him, you love him. Though you do not now see him, you believe in him and rejoice with joy that is inexpressible and filled with glory, obtaining the outcome of your faith, the salvation of your souls.”

“My Vows Sacred Given”, a worship poem by LWillows



Such sacred flame burrows in to out,
winding the bend of a Godly route.
Forming new life in creation’s hold,
for in Gods own hand, my soul quickens bold.

Reaching in, all vows sacred given,
Breath called to my heart, then by Glory risen.
Holy might does bind this seed,
Treasured to Love, bear fruit, live freed.

Captured by wind, in dance with this Light,
All motions my heart to quake this night.
The flame of Thy Love met shining embrace;
I lean, my heart gleaned by God’s Mercy, His Grace.

© 2016 Linda Willows, original 2013


“There is much more to be”…a poem from Linda Willows

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I am not the story of me.
Far from that is what formed to be.
Etched deep within my beating heart,
There lies a Life inborn from the start.

This, my soul the light that shines deep,
One part that endures throughout life’s keep.
Ever protecting with the shield of God’s glove,
It covers, it hovers, it holds me in Love.

I am not the story of me.
Far from that there is much more to be.
The distance from birth to life’s reaching end
Would be like a star meeting horizon’s far bend.

© 2017 Linda Willows