“The Glory Outlasts”, a worship poem from L.Willows (God’s Glory, See Jesus, Faith)

Standing on Rock in a river that runs
Rushing, the waters – they dance to a sum.

“Our light, that light, can you see it, are you There?
Do you hear us, did you see that, the callings, the cares?
In life’s mist asunder, we are gathered, hearts bared
in the thunder, struck from stillness, bearing our wares.”

Hearts filled with prayer swept full in the passing,
living towards Love in the Glory outlasting.
Lead us, precede us, the ones in such waiting.
Still, all the voices with the murmur pulsating.

Gather us Peace, light us as Yours.
Run through our rivers with waters that Pour.
Keep our hearts as Your children at home, at home.
Never to question, to be lost nor to roam.

Give lanterns that guide all safe through the night.
Touch every heart and bless us with sight.

Holy Beloved lead each one to hope’s bright,
Your Glory outlasts, we belong to Your Light.

© 2019 Linda Willows

Philippians 3:12 – “Not that I have already obtained this or am already perfect, but I press on to make it my own, because Christ Jesus has made me his own.”

1 Corinthians 10:4 -“and all drank the same spiritual drink. For they drank from the spiritual Rock that followed them, and the Rock was Christ.”

Ephesians 1:10 -“As a plan for the fullness of time, to unite all things in him, things in heaven and things on earth.”

“Love’s Grace Extolled” a worship poem from L.Willows (God’s Love, Joy of The Lord, God Saves)

Love’s Grace Extolled

Love finds me falling into its grace deep,
a winsome warm wave of sweet callings keep.
Oh follow this near, I could not part far,
from this Heart of calling, a winsome wave’s reap,
here in God’s Love- not by distance nor star.

Find me in the shining of far light above.
It hovers, yet reaches, it come near to love.
Like the twilight that arises as sister to the moon,
Love comes near to touch- I fall into a swoon.

Love finds me falling through a celestial scroll,
tendered with prayers that invoke Gods’ extol.
Turning my Face to the beauty of Thee.
I am washed, filled within, with the soul of devotee.

©2012 Linda Willows, republish 2018

“The Lord your God is with you, he is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, he will quiet you with his love, he will rejoice over you with singing.” Zephaniah 3:17

“His banner over me is love.” Song of Songs 2:4

“Whispering Futures”, a worship poem from L.Willows (The Glory, God’s Presence, Heaven and Earth)

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There rises a Tree, tall and strong
Branches wide, they stretch far and long.
Aching not breaking, seeking the Sun’s light.
Found in the midst of a deep forest’s blight.

“Weep no more, besides my shade
beneath this earth’s deepened roots.
Reach the stories, speaking to tell-
cupped in God’s Spirit, watered well.”

Clouds form to treetops, they gather to sing,
whispering futures that angel harps note.
Mists rise from root to branches that sway,
There, comes tomorrow -in the Light of God’s Day.

In the joy of the last weeping, they stand, to tell,
“There rises a Tree, tall and strong
branches wide, they stretch far and long,
aching not breaking, in His Spirit, found well.”

© 2019 Linda Willows

Revelation 22:16 -“I, Jesus, have sent my angel to testify to you about these things for the churches. I am the root and the descendant of David, the bright morning star.”