Song 2.14 |Voice

Posted byDavid B. SmithPosted inmeditationTags:, 
O my dove, take wing and fly, 
That art in the clefts of the rock, hidden. 
In the secret places of the stairs, watching.
Let me see thy countenance, I long to see you,
Let me hear thy voice, it feeds me.
For sweet is thy voice, it fills me,
And thy countenance is comely.

Published by David B. Smith

Author, podcaster, pastor, and Big Pappa to my grandchildren.

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