The Simple Beauty Of A Mourning Dove
On a peaceful morning, a Dove came to play Its gentle cooing, filling the air with tranquility all day Soft
On a peaceful morning, a Dove came to play Its gentle cooing, filling the air with tranquility all day Soft
In Galatians 5, we are toldTo walk by the Spirit, be boldFor the flesh and Spirit do fightBut with God’s
I’m the one with pigeons all around They flock to me, never making a sound Landing on my shoulders, so
As the sun began to set in the park so bright A happy Inca Dove pecked at the grass with
Sing praises to the Lord, Proclaim his name to all nations, Tell of his wonderful acts, Glory in his holy
Jesus, my guiding light In times of darkness, you shine bright Protecting me from deceitful schemesLeading me on the right
I love watching the two happy pigeons in my yard As they eagerly eat seeds from my hand, oh how
Out in the desert, on a walk so grand I spotted a Kestrel, perched on the sand Its feathers so
Love is patient, kind, and true It does not envy or boast, it’s always there for you It does not
The early morning light, so warm and bright Casting a glow on the grass, a beautiful sight A happy bird