“Grace Floods to Its Fullness”, a worship poem from L.Willows (grace, the fullness of joy, peace, reborn)

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Grace, peace like a river, swells dear in my heart.
Cover, that bends, lends all to impart.
Joy, sweet as rare honey, how I lavish the taste,
Here, here in God’s garden, I walk, I pace.

Grace comes with mystery’s partings, there, after times of the long night.
Birthed now in beginnings; aching in the wonder of sight.
Hopes wrapped in yesterday left and freed like its’ cares.
This, in the dawn of a new day, born in the light of First Prayer.

Grace floods to its’ fullness- swelled and born again in overflow.
How deeply I am poured like a vessel bent There to go.
Sent like Gods’ fine wine, into vast, vast sea deep below.
There, in sweet His River, I live in His wondrous Love’s Glow.

© 2019 Linda Willows

Psalm 1:1- “And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatever he doeth shall prosper.”

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.”

John 1:16 -“For from his fullness we have all receivedgrace upon grace.”

“A New Heart, a Willing Spirit”, from L.Willows (restored, renewed)

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This morning, I did not know what to write or present on this precious forum on “Beloved”. There seems to be so much need for peace in our hearts and minds- most especially in my own. A week or so ago, I specifically prayed for a ‘new heart’. It was a bold prayer. But it was not one unfamiliar to me. I have often prayed to our Father and asked that he search my heart and help me to come to him with renewal and restoration as in Psalm 51, especially verse 10-12.

“Create in me a clean heart. O God,
and renew a right spirit within me.
Cast me not away from your presence,
and take not your Holy Spirit from me.
Restore to me the joy of your salvation,
and uphold me with a willing spirit.”

After this prayer on that day, the floodgates opened up and it seemed like chaos came. My eyes were opened in new ways and it became painful to see what I saw. It actually felt like a kind of death. Even many deaths inside of myself and in circumstances around me in life. It shook me to the core. Yet that was what I asked for because  I asked for renewal. In order for something to be born, something must be removed; the old, the past and whatever is not true needs to die.

What is left standing is what is real and cannot be shaken.

All of me turned to Psalms of faith, the stillness of waiting on The Lord and the Power of his Spirit.

Psalm 62

For God alone my soul waits in silence;
from him comes my salvation.
he alone is my rock and my salvation,
my fortress; I shall not be greatly shaken.”

This morning, I woke with a sense of being a witness to the chaos that is everywhere in the world, all around me, around us. I was aware of a heart perspective to suffering and gentle tenderness at the same time. It felt as if my heart was not only singular but enlarged; it included everyone. Further, it seemed as if ‘this world’ were like a door that could be pressed and, that it was in great pain.

I did not know how to respond. “Wait, Lord,” I thought. “This is not what I asked for in my prayer. I did not wish for a heightened sense of the suffering in the world around me”. It was enough to feel my own. I wanted a “new heart”… A joyful NICE heart. What is this one? It was grieving at that moment.

Then there was a shift. I remembered that there was a Promise placed at the core of my heart which was stronger than anything that was witnessed in this temporary world.

Revelation 21:5

“And he who was seated on the throne said, “Behold, I am making all things new.” Also he said, “Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true.”

Did I say that I did not know what to write? These are clear instructions on what needs to be written and recorded. These words are trustworthy and true!

“Behold, I am making all things new…these words are trustworthy and true.”

Big sigh. My heart is new and my joy is complete. While this world may suffer the pangs of mortal life, we also suffer as we, in this life we are made new in Christ. In the sermon, this past Sunday my Pastor, (Tom Holliday of Alexandria Presbyterian Church) eloquently spoke about this very topic. “He wants to be our joy and our delight. We have the privilege of suffering for Christ,” he said. “Come and die. The cross comes before the crown.” This, after speaking of our inheritance from God. “Is the Gospel singing to you that you are God’s beloved? Can you hear it?”

1 Corinthians 15:22
“For as in Adam all die, so in Christ all will be made alive.”

For Christ, in Christ

Each day and each hour, I pray that my heart is made new by Our King, seated on The Throne whose precious words are trustworthy and true. Born into his Kingdom as a daughter gives me joy at this moment. My heart and mind are restored to a peace that delights from a perspective of what is eternal and true. I will be listening to God’s Promises as I walk forward even though I, like you, am walking in this world and it does at times feel and appear to be grievous and troubling.

We need to remember who our Father is and that he is leading us all, and all of this; this world. I pray that in Christ and for Christ we live with bold and truthful hearts, given to him.

© 2019 Linda Willows

“In Your deep Love I abide, in Mercy and Atone”….a poem by Linda Willows

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What dreams may be shattered are surely no loss,
but parts formed in shadows illumined by gloss.
All thought to be mine, even destined design;
now in ruin and rubble, all a crumbled old shrine.

While this desert, this lone-space, and stories poured out,
A whisper of God bundled truth in my heart.
Even the tender, the most fragile life-drifts,
are wooed by a silk wind’s embracing sweet lift.

Call me by my name Dear Lord, the one that You only Know
I will answer to no other now; all else I will forgo.
The Kingdom does receive my all and know me as His own.
And in Your deep Love, I abide, in Mercy and Atone.

© 2016 Linda Willows
Photograph by Glazunov Nikolay