o dove, fly

oh sweet songbird

sitting on the rock that is higher than you

sitting in the redemptive grace of love

oh how His lovingkindness is your shield and buckler

oh steadfast one,

how your heart is steadfast.

that you say within your heart,

"i will sing

and give praise!"

sweet songbird

awaiting for the morn to arise

oh how you say aloud,

"awake, my glory!

awake, lute and harp!

i will awaken the dawn."

you have made Him your pilgrimage.

there is no turning back now.

o dove, for these wings of yours,

how they were made to fly.

early do you seek Him,

the one that you love.

oh dear one, for it is time;

time to trust, and to jump;

open your wings

and trust that these gusts

of love

will sustain your soaring heart.

for His love will carry you

sweet songbird,

for you were made to fly.