Written and Copyrighted by Deborah L Chambers
Oh, that I had wings like a dove,
I would fly away, would sail above
The threatening clouds, the darkening sky…
If only I had wings to fly!
If I could, somehow, run away,
And change this night to sunlit day;
Somewhere, find a place of relief…
From this numbing sorrow and grief!
I’ve cried ‘till I can cry no more.
What does the future hold in store?
So many questions haunting me…
The way is so dark, I cannot see!
Thou tellest all my wanderings,
Thou knowest every path and crook;
Put Thou my tears in thy bottle…
Are they not written in thy book?
Oh, Thou precious man of sorrows,
Who art well acquainted with grief…
I see it’s You I must run to,
If I would find that sweet relief!
You are the haven I’ve longed for,
You are my hope, and blessed rest;
I cast this burden on You, Lord…
Thou knowest for me, what is best.
I will not dwell on tomorrow;
All fears, I cast them away!
There’s precious hope in believing…
And sufficient grace for today.
