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 received, grace upon grace.”
