Wings of a dove

Where is our fire

Where did it go

Doth it slumber inside

Do we even know

Has it burned out to ashes, blown away on the wind

or smothered neath layers of life, gasping to burn again

Heavy our grief of error and emptiness of loss

Confusing our spirit while mocking it's boss

Love, trust and faith threatens to grow cold

Passion, a vapor once rising so bold

Now gaze in the mirror, and shiver in the cold

A weary, thin reflection refusing to be sold

Speaking to God draws small comfort as once

Our loss for words, start but then pause

The day will come though

All WILL be set right

God himself will finish our fight

EVERY man's knee will bend in remorse and beg him forgive

God's healing tears cleanse as he mends all the damage we did

To each other, the beasts, this great earth he loaned and so loved

Help and justice is coming on the wings of a dove

Hold on child warriors

Hold tightly to love.