POEM:  GO FORTH OH SONS OF DOVE!  1/14/07

Deep within the breast of the dove

A gentle heart beats with God’s love.

Softly cooing, deeply yearning

Always beating, ever stirring.

Humble in nature, pure and white

Are the dove ones, God’s pure delight.

Called in heaven, sent to the earth

Having waited long to be birthed. 

Eyes opened, awakened from sleep

Penetrated shells cracked so deep.

Until their hearts became broken

Their shells would never be opened.

Wiser now through silent suffering

From deep groanings under their wings.

Long they have waited for their God.

Heaven releases, earth applauds.

Go forth sent ones, doves of great worth!

Peacemakers sent to walk the earth.

Covering cracks with righteous prayers

Establishing rule, as God’s heirs.

Interceding Words, bridge the gap

That which offends covered and wrapped.

Praying for those not innocent

Grieving over all that is bent.

Knowing God, they tremble with fear

At what they see, at what they hear

Of wicked tares sown in the dark

Of what tares reap outside the ark.

Candled with floodlight, hearts are shown.

A dove’s defense is God alone.

Sacrificed covenants; they’re spent.

Not for their own sake, they defend

With the olive branch in their beak

They’re sent as signs to those who seek.

Not from striving, but in His rest

Believing God’s Word as their best.

Lifted up in God’s holy hand

He’s set them free, they’ll walk the land.

Salted sacrifice; heavens’ sons

Sprinkling the earth as glorious ones.

Matt 3:16-17 NKJV

Behold, the heavens were opened to Him, and He saw the Spirit of God descending like a dove and alighting upon Him. And suddenly a voice came from heaven, saying, "This is My beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased."

Matt 12:18-21 NKJV

"Behold! My Servant whom I have chosen, My Beloved in whom My soul is well pleased! I will put My Spirit upon Him, And He will declare justice to the Gentiles.

He will not quarrel nor cry out, Nor will anyone hear His voice in the streets.  A bruised reed He will not break, And smoking flax He will not quench, Till He sends forth justice to victory;  And in His name Gentiles will trust."