As thy dove hovereth in flight;
we noticed' tis a beautiful sight.
Wings as glamorous as shining armor;
trialing the winds forever onward.

As thy dove ascends in silent breeze;
it was noticed with all thine ease.
He sang with the angel's voice;
all the joy, and love, he did rejoice.

As thy dove descends with love;
perhaps with thoughts sent from above.
To know the power, yet calm and still;
'tis a wonderful feeling, thy joy is real.

Thy blood was shed, for all he bled;
a crown of thorns upon his head.
Thy side was pierced, from fear we know;
'twas then we noticed, his heavenly glow.

Thy earth 'twas shaken, then skies darkened;
for God did say, that this would happen.
Resurrection dreweth nigh, his children still to cry;
with eternal power, he arose that blessed hour.

Leslie W. Bond
Copywrite 1986

I had this published in an anthology! Was one of my first works!