Safe Ready to fly away with me? Our borders are limitless! Our confinement is as narrow as we allow it to be. Oh, that I had the wings of a dove! I would fly away and be at rest. I would flee far away and stay in the desert; I would hurry to my place of shelter, far from the tempest and storm. Psalm 55:6-8 niv The dove has neither claw nor sting nor weapon for the fight. She owes her safety to the wing her victory to flight! The Bridegroom opens His arms of love and in them folds the panting dove.* *H. W. Smith It is in my mind, on His wings of Truth, that I flee to my place of safety--my shelter--the arms of my Bridegroom. Sometimes I am so out of breath when I get there--all "trembly" and panting, dove-like. But He holds me tenderly and speaks gently--assuring me of His love and His protection. And I rest. Safe.
Posted on: Fri, 04 Oct 2013 04:19:19 +0000
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