The Dove

If I had the wings of a dove

I’d fly away and be at rest

Yes, I would wander far away

To live in the wilderness.

Chorus

His undefiled and His perfect one

Who stands alone above them all

She is His dove and He her solid Rock

Her face and voice He has sought.

See the Spirit of God descended

Out of heaven like a dove

Resting on His Beloved Son

So also thus upon His bride

And Noah sent forth a dove

To find a resting place

She returned unto the ark

In her mouth was an olive leaf.

And so shall His Word go forth

Out of the mouth of God

Not returning void, it accomplishes

All that is the will of God.