“Running With Wind”, a poem by L.Willows (Holy Spirit, Prayer, With Christ)

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Longing towards heaven in wondrous beseech
are the prayers of hearts that longingly reach.

Held in the palm of a mystery that keeps
Lifted to skies in tall clouds that leap.

Here in the midst of it all, we remain
Each His beloveds, we reach -not in vain.

Running with Wind, we sing, we praise
There, in becoming with The Joy of all days.

© 2020 Linda Willows

Esther 8:17 — Your words were found, and I ate them, and your words became to me a joy and the delight of my heart, for I am called by your name, O Lord, God of hosts.

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.

 

“Here to Worship”, From L.Willows (See Jesus, Prayer, Praise Music)

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It is Holy Saturday. I woke to pray and give thanks, to praise the Lord God. Then I kept hearing the words, “Holy, Holy, Holy”.  I was moved to search for music. I stumbled upon this intimately familiar praise song that I loved singing with all at church- before when we had the freedom of gathering in person. As I listened, I just dissolved into a heap of joyful tears. I gazed at all of the worshippers in the video clustered tightly together with their arms raised. I saw us just a short time ago. I pray for our future gatherings and give thanks for the Spirit of Love that permeates and encourages us now.

The Love of Jesus Christ binds us together closer than ever. I believe that though we are physically separated, our hearts are more united than ever before.

We are United in Prayer that Sees Jesus. We are here to Worship God.

It equips us now to look to the power of our Risen Lord to guide us each individually and as His Unified Family in this Journey set before us. He sees the way and is leading faithfully and lovingly. Our hearts are set to worship. We are devoted to worship from wherever we are. This and any trial can only increase a heart’s fortitude as we remember to see Jesus and follow His command to love the Father with all of our hearts, mind, and strength.

Matthew 22:37 –And he said to him, “You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.

“That You Love One Another”, from L.Willows (John 13:14, Puritan Prayer)

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John 13:34 “A new commandment I give unto you: That you love one another, as I have loved you, that you also love one another.”

Puritan prayer from The Valley of Vision: A Collection of Puritan Prayers & Devotions.

My Father,
Enlarge my heart, warm my affections, open my lips,
Supply words that proclaim ‘Love lustres [shines] at Calvary.’
There grace removes my burdens and heaps them on thy Son,
Made a transgressor, a curse and sin for me;
There the sword of thy justice smote the man, thy fellow;
There the infinite attributes were magnified,
and infinite atonement was made;
There infinite punishment was due,
and infinite punishment was endured.
Christ was all anguish that I might be all joy,
cast off that I might be brought in,
trodden down as an enemy that I might be welcomed as a friend,
surrendered to hell’s worst that I might attain heaven’s best,
stripped that I might be clothed,
wounded that I might be healed,
athirst that I might drink,
tormented that I might be comforted,
made a shame that I might inherit glory,
entered darkness that I might have eternal light.

My Savior wept that all tears might be wiped from my eyes,
groaned that I might have endless song,
endured all pain that I might have unfading health,
bore a thorny crown that I might have a glory-diadem,
bowed his head that I might lift up mine,
experienced reproach that I might receive welcome,
closed his eyes in death that I might gaze on unclouded brightness,
expired that I might live forever.

O Father, who spared not thine only Son that thou mightest spare me,
all this transfer thy love designed and accomplished;
help me to adore thee by lips and life.

O that my every breath might be ecstatic praise,
my every step buoyant with delight,
Satan baffled, defeated, destroyed,
sin buried in the ocean of reconciling blood,
hell’s gates closed, heaven’s portals open.

Go forth, O conquering God, and show me
the cross, mighty to subdue, comfort and save.