Dove of My Heart

When I behold the sky that darkens day,
The Love that in my wearied soul did sleep
Lifts it’s head to whisper and see the way
In which it might escape from chasm deep.
The taper of the sky fights back the haze
And lights escape and filter through the air.
What had been held in darkness sought the rays;
What once had been a prison now was bare.
Though not escaped from death, it now is free
To roam the earth and find the eager soul
That wish a blessing ‘neath the apple tree
To ask that it might ever be made whole.
Oh, Dove of my heart, take hold of the lost,
And make it my own, whatever the cost.