The Wing Span Of A Dove
In the middle of the morning
Or in the deepest dark of night,
I can look for and locate Him.
He's always in my spirit's sight.
I can tell Him all my troubles
Or simply linger in His love.
He is never any farther
Than the wing span of a Dove.
In the coldest day of winter
Or in sweltering summer heat,
I can journey up to Jesus
To lay my burdens at His feet.
I can sing Him poems and praises
Or lavish Him with all my love.
He is never any farther
Than the wing span of a Dove.
In the comfort of a chapel
Or out in a sun-baked field,
I can soak in His sweet presence
To hear His Word to me revealed.
I can fly high in the Spirit
Or lay low in His lush love.
He is never any farther
Than the wing span of a Dove.
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The Wing Span Of A Dove
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