HIS PERFECT DOVE

The Sun is shining finally,
the blue so beautifully.
The rain is over,
so wet the grass and clover.

The trees are glistening,
as they wave their hands,
in praise to their Maker,
Who planted them across the lands.

He placed the hills and mountains high,
as they look up into the sky,
they keep watch over all,
waiting to hear His final call.

The birds soar through the air,
racing the winds without a care.
They sing so sweet and clear,
songs of beauty special and dear.

All creation has their test.
Their creator knew what was best.
As He placed them with love,
He thought on us, His Perfect Dove!

A Servant
Song of Solomon 6:9
 
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

2 thoughts

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s