Love's leading

God’s love descends
like a dove, 

on you and me
that we may see
its protecting care
hiding us, every hair
numbered, under its wing.

We sing for joy
because it is divine Love whose
gentle bidding leads us to choose
that which is good and real—
the holy joys of eternal appeal.

— Tad Blake-Weber

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