The Might of a Dove's Wing
How can one write of the sun
Or the clouds it's rays have spun
My weariness is availed by its glory
For in beauty, God reveals his word
And in truth, the sky awaits his son
What man has seen a chariot fly?
It is imagination, not the naked eye
It seems the same in the streets of fire
That visions of peace is only a myth
For anger told our dreams goodbye
But is there no might to be a dove's wing?
Effortless love, has ever been such a thing?
If a mother would willingly die for her child
If a man’s revenge becomes forgiveness
Then love is greater than any mortal King