Listen When It Sings
When morning comes with dove on wings
I listen still for when it sings
Reminding me to pray for peace
And from all hate to find release
When mourning comes as it will do
I listen for dove’s morning coo
To echo sadness far and wide
For it no longer to reside
When day begins with thoughts of love
With innocence known by the dove
Perhaps the sweetness that I see
Will find a way to rapture me
Then in my course as I begin
With gratitude and joy within
I’ll find the way to live with love
Just like the little morning dove
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