Like the Soaring Doves

I will not leave you comfortless says the Lord of LOVE I will come to you child, like the soaring doves above no stone shall brush your tender feet no winds shall crush your finest wheat I will not leave you faithless says the Lord of joy I will come to you wearing the armor of LOVE I will be your hero your noble one I will be your one and only Son I will not leave your mourning alone says the Lord of ease I will come to you, like a bending tree on a summer breeze no prayer shall go untold no sheep shall leave its fold I will not leave you comfortless says the Lord of LOVE I will come to you, like the soaring doves above...