ON THE WINGS OF A DOVE…

There once lived

This happy soul

And everybody liked him

For his heart was of gold

He always sang

And danced with Love

Just an innocent soul

That got pushed with a shove

There came these cross-roads

Within his life

As he compared his decisions

Like a sword to a knife

Not knowing which exact

Path he should follow

He looked up to the sky

With a lump; could not swallow

He spoke of these words

As they rolled off of his lips

For his Love for the Lord

As he blew Him a kiss

“I am not happy here—

I know not what to do”

Then God gave him a sign

Watching wings as they flew

Flying off in a distance

Behind the clouds--but still clear

Now he had all but one answer

He had Love--without fear

He wasn’t quite sure

If his righteousness was valid

So he surrendered his ears

And experienced this ballad—

“There once lived—this happy soul

And everybody Loved him—for his heart was of Gold

He always sang—and danced with Love

Just an innocent soul—on the wings of a dove”