On the wings of a snow white dove He sends His pure sweet love A sign from above On the wings of dove
When troubles surround us When evils come The body grows weak The spirit grows numb
When these things beset us He doesn't forget us He sends down His love On the wings of a dove
On the wings of a snow white dove He sends His pure sweet love A sign from above On the wings of dove
When Noah had drifted On the flood many days He searched for land In various ways
Troubles he had some But wasn't forgotten He sent him His love On the wings of a dove
On the wings of a snow white dove He sent His pure sweet love A sign from above On the wings of dove... ©by Robert B Ferguson
Minutes of Gold
Two or three minutes - two or three hours. What do they mean in this life of ours? Not very much if but counted as time. But minutes of gold and hours sublime. If only we'll use them once in a while. To make someone happy - make someone smile. A minute may dry a little lad's tears. An hour sweep aside trouble of years. Minutes of my time may bring to an end Hopelessness somewhere, and bring me a friend. Author Unknown |