Wings Of A Dove

A parched soul a grieving heart
The agony inflicted by a piercing dart
Quench my parched soul
An eternally jovial heart be my goal
For soothing of the heart I strove
To happiness I long to fly
My best I will try
Divine Providence grant me the wings of a dove

The scorching heat I endure
Reprieve will come I am sure
Waft away the searing flame
For this misery no one do I blame
Fan a soothing breeze with the wings of a dove

Oh sweet peace I long for thee
Merciful God send me some even if it is a wee
To me bring it oh dear
I need it it is clear
Maybe it is love
Carry it on the wings of a dove

Oh hear me dear God
On my shoulder is a heavy load
I pray for salvation
So I can taste sweet elation
Though I will travel alone
Please let me fly home
Home sweet home on the wings of a dove

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