Poetry

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The Tongue


…Oh that I had wings like a dove! for then would I fly away, and be at rest.Lo, then would I wander far off, and remain in the wilderness. I would hasten my escape from the windy storm and tempest. -Psalm 55:-8

~~ Gentle Dove ~~

Sometimes in life the way is rough
And seems it’s headed for a bluff

With eyes turned to Heaven above
Perhaps there’ll be a gentle dove

To bring stillness in the storm
To let us feel God’s love so warm

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