Heart rises when I lift to praise,
O Life does sing, it calls all days.
Come again, come hear this song;
From long ago; these notes belong.
Love rises where my All begins.
Given in the space of one Day.
Soared it did with newborn wings,
Lifted by prayer that flew Godly rings.
O praise it bellows out like a cloud,
Of angels and saints in Glory’s’ white robe…
Spreading a cloak of the Kingdom’s Love tent,
All for the joy of Love’s view in ascent.
© 2017 Linda Willows