“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 it’s keep,
running love towards the source of joy’s 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,
it tells of God’s Story, the 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,
embracing, effacing, displaying designs-
gusting glad motion; lifting ravine divine.
A gift for us, dancing, Love running through time.

© 2019 Linda Willows

Romans 15:13 – “May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope.”

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.”

Ezekiel 11:19 – “And I will give them one heart, and a new spirit I will put within them. I will remove the heart of stone from their flesh and give them a heart of flesh.”

 

“Called; like a Song”, a worship poem from L.Willows (God’s Glory, See Jesus, Holy Spirit)

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Why, how- can such music begin to play sweet;
lullaby enters like a dance from far street.
Then comes a season, like a time from ago,
windswept horizons come forward; they know.

Notes play alone, they enter from afar.
There sounds a caller, like a bird from a star.
Float-Cloud upon all the listeners there,
swept from heavens above, in God’s rarefied air.

Hush, hear the music, such notes playing sweet,
lullaby enters like a dance from far street.
Heart, be soft- like a mist in His Day.
Called, like a song in the Ancient One’s way.

© 2020 Linda Willows

Daniel 7:13 -“I saw in the night visions, and behold, with the clouds of heaven there came one like a son of man, and he came to the Ancient of Days and was presented before him.”

“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,
embracing, effacing, displaying designs-
gusting glad motion; lifting ravine divine.
A gift for us, dancing, Love running through 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.”