“On This Holy Ground”, a worship poem from L.Willows (God’s Glory, seeing God, this Holy Moment)

On this holy ground,
we stand, we love,
Bathed in becoming,
In such beauty of.

Here in the midst,
There in the calm-
Soaked in God’s Glory
Held in His palm.

On this holy ground
We stand, hearts strong,
Joined for forever,
Called by His song.

Here are the words,
There sounds the call-
Formed in God’s Kingdom
Meant for us, All.

Near is such bidding
Sweet is the voice,
Hushed by the winds of
tunnels, time’s choice.

There we are swept into
Joys’ honeycomb
Deep in the mound
that keeps all who roam home.

© 2019 Linda Willows

When the Lord saw that he turned aside to see, God called to him out of the bush, “Moses, Moses!” And he said, “Here I am.” Then he said, “Do not come near; take your sandals off your feet, for the place on which you are standing is holy ground.” And he said, “I am the God of your father, the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob.” And Moses hid his face, for he was afraid to look at God. — Exodus 3:4-6