“Into the Winds of Eternity’s Herd” a worship poem from L.Willows (See Jesus, God’s Glory, Humility)

Before Your sky, I bend to my knee
Heaven’s gaze does humble me.
All my heart like a river flows
into God’s ocean, prayers rise- love goes.

Take me into Your sea of Light.
Cast my soul. Lift me towards you this night.
Lord my smallness is drawn like a bird,
into the winds of Eternity’s herd.

Make me into what would only be Yours.
Let me be like a Promise from whom love would pour.
with all of my heart like a river flown into
Holy, God’s ocean, the Prayer at sky’s pew.

Lord, my smallness is drawn like a bird,
into the winds of Eternity’s herd.

© 2019 Linda Willows

Psalm 19:1
The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.

Isaiah 40:26
Lift up your eyes and look to the heavens: Who created all these? He who brings out the starry host one by one and calls forth each of them by name. Because of his great power and mighty strength, not one of them is missing.

Psalm 86:8-10
There is none like thee among the gods, O Lord, nor are there any works like thine. All the nations thou hast made shall come and bow down before thee, O Lord, and shall glorify thy name. For thou art great and doest wondrous things, thou alone art God.

“Puritan Prayer of Grace”, from The Valley of Vision (God’s Love, Blessing, Power of His Spirit)

Almighty God,

I am loved with everlasting love,
clothed in eternal righteousness,
my peace flowing like a river,
my comforts many and large,
my joy and triumph unutterable,
my soul lively with a knowledge of salvation,
my sense of justification unclouded.

I have scarce anything to pray for;
Jesus smiles upon my soul as a ray of heaven
and my supplications are swallowed up in praise.

How sweet is the glorious doctrine of election
when based upon thy Word
and wrought inwardly within the soul!

I bless thee that thou wilt keep the sinner
thou hast loved,
and hast engaged that he will not forsake thee,
else I would never get to heaven.

I wrong the work of grace in my heart
if I deny my new nature and my eternal life.

If Jesus were not my righteousness and redemption,
I would sink into nethermost hell
by my misdoings, shortcomings, unbelief, unlove;

If Jesus were not by the power of his Spirit
my sanctification,
there is no sin I should not commit.

O when shall I have his mind!
when shall I be conformed to his image?

All the good things of life are less than nothing
when compared with his love,
and with one glimpse of thy electing favour.

All the treasures of a million worlds could not
make me richer, happier, more contented,
for his unsearchable riches are mine.

One moment of communion with him, one view
of his grace,
is ineffable, inestimable.

But O God, I could not long after thy presence
if I did not know the sweetness of it;

And such I could not know except by thy Spirit
in my heart, nor love thee at all unless thou didst
elect me,
call me,
adopt me,
save me.

I bless thee for the covenant of grace.

(from “The Valley of Vision” archives at Banner of Truth)

Enjoy the original classic Valley of Vision book of Puritan Prayer available online