The Wounded Dove

[soblessed53]

The Wounded Dove On The Snow!

Little dove you flew so high
You were so free as I saw you fly by

Little dove of grace and glory
Little dove this is your story

As you flew to God’s great mountains
You drank from His living fountains

Then one day your heart was broken
When you felt the pangs of evil words spoken

Then one day you set down in the desert and flew no more
Your heart was wounded and you found it hard to fly anymore

Then the savior came to tell you once again to take your wings to the sky
With your heart encouraged you lifted from the desert to the sky

Once again you were flying high
O’ little dove once again I saw you fly by

You looked so happy as your heart took wings
You still tried to fly as high as you could
To be free is what He promised you in His word

Then I saw it the arrow that struck your heart
You fell so hard it broke my heart

You fell so hard on the cold snow below
Could this little dove ever again be whole

Then I saw Him the Ancient of Days in His Kingly role
His hair and beard was as white as the snow

His eyes were flashing like the fire
He was awesome in His Kingly attire

He walked over to the wounded dove upon the snow
He picked her up and upon the dove his life giving, breath did blow

She was so wounded such a pitiful sight
He comforted His dove by day and by night

He tenderly held her close to His heart
and covered her with His great love never to depart

Time went by as it always does
and He kept healing her with His love from above

Then one day she began to flutter in the hand of the healer
One day He spoke, My little dove it is time for you to leave here

As she fluttered to become free, He said you can fly up again to the sky
The kindly comforter said fly away my dove take to the sky
The little dove spoke to her heavenly comforter
My Lord I have forgotten how to fly

My heart is fearful I might not make it again
If you trust in me my dove you will never fail,you will always win

For I have stopped the mouth of the liar
I have defeated the fowler’s brier

Never again can you be shot down fly little dove to the mountains of your God!

Poetry by Ruthie, 1998, ©

 

[CountryLady]

Very beautiful and touching. Thank you for sharing this.