I am covered low in love divine,
as one braced soft in a sacred vine.
A wreath by day, thou lights heart shrine.
And come the night, Star shine, Soul’s brine.
The eyes of Heaven opened, revered.
Holy, holy, Our Lord comes near.
with the hush of prayer, I bow low, sweet with tears,
Oh Father, Abba, my Lord, You are here.
© 2017. 2015 Linda Willows
“Heart, Patched by Grace”
This heart, patched by Grace from such mercies above…
Has been covered by acts of full kindness that poured-
And landed to all of my parts that then soared.
I bow upon friendships and Your Godly known Love.
Yes, Lord I can fathom how in all life, You
Do live throughout all the miraculously formed;
From even the smallest and most humble cause…
Life rumbles to quake Your Love’s birth and imbue.
© 2017 Linda Willows