Tuesday, March 7, 2017

 
The Lonesome Dove
by Angela E White
Copyright 2014 (All Rights Reserved)
Perched on a limb,
The mourning dove coos
Her soul mate is gone
She knows not what to do.
 
She preens her feathers
And tends her nest
Her world is shaken.
And she can’t find rest.
 
In the morning dew
She spreads her wings and flies
The music of her song
Echoes sorrowful cries.
 
As the sun begins to rise,
Her head turns to see
The shadow of an eagle
Soaring wild and free.
 
His strength lifts her spirit
Beneath the shadow of his wings
Joy comes into her mourning
And once again she sings.
~aew~
 
Selected Scriptures:


 "I am praying to you because
I know you will answer, O God.
    Bend down and listen as I pray.
Show me your unfailing love
   in wonderful ways.

By your mighty power you rescue
    those who seek refuge….
Guard me as you would guard
  [the apple of your eye.]

Hide me in the shadow of your wings.”[1]
 
“Oh, that I had wings like a dove;
    then I would fly away and rest!
I would fly far away
    to the quiet of the wilderness.”[2]
 
“Those who live in the shelter
of the Most High

    will find rest in the shadow
of the Almighty.

This I declare about the Lord:
He alone is my refuge, my place of safety;
    he is my God, and I trust him.
For he will rescue you from every trap
    and protect you from deadly disease.
He will cover you with his feathers.
    He will shelter you with his wings.
    His faithful promises
are your armor and protection.

Do not be afraid of the terrors of the night,
    nor the arrow that flies in the day.”[3]
 
 
 Let the godly rejoice.
    Let them be glad in God’s presence.
    Let them be filled with joy.
Sing praises to God and to his name!
    Sing loud praises to him who rides the clouds.
His name is the Lord
    rejoice in his presence!
Father to the fatherless, defender of widows—
    this is God, whose dwelling is holy.
God places the lonely in families;
    he sets the prisoners free and gives them joy….
O God, when you led your people out from Egypt,
    when you marched through the dry wasteland, Interlude
 the earth trembled, and the heavens poured down rain
    before you, the God of Sinai,
    before God, the God of Israel.
You sent abundant rain, O God,
    to refresh the weary land.
There your people finally settled,
    and with a bountiful harvest, O God,
    you provided for your needy people….
Even those who lived among the sheepfolds found treasures—
    doves with wings of silver
    and feathers of gold….
Praise the Lord; praise God our savior!
    For each day he carries us in his arms.
Our God is a God who saves!
    The Sovereign Lord rescues us from death….
Sing to God, you kingdoms of the earth.
    Sing praises to the Lord. Interlude
Sing to the one who rides across the ancient heavens,
    his mighty voice thundering from the sky.
Tell everyone about God’s power.
    His majesty shines down on Israel;
    his strength is mighty in the heavens.
God is awesome in his sanctuary.
    The God of Israel gives power and strength to his people.
Praise be to God!”[4]



 
 
 
 
 
 
 




[1] Psalm 17:6-8
[2] Psalm 55:6-7
[3] Psalm 91:1-5
[4] Psalm 68:1-10, 13, 19-20, 32-35
 
 

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