…the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves is heard in our land.
Arise, come, my darling; my beautiful one, come with me (Song of Solomon 2:12)
Be like the dove, He said…
A harbinger of peace, announcing the storm is over…
A sacrifice for sin, interceding for others at God’s altar…
Wings that carry the weary to safe, restful places …
Eyes that gaze with tender affection…
A voice that announces the sweet season of singing
A countenance made beautiful by a loving heart…
A standard for ministry, reflecting harmless innocence…
A symbol of the Spirit, who makes all this possible.