Mehida Wings Of Dove
My thoughts trouble me and I'm distraught at the voice of
the enemy,
At the stares of the wicked for they bring down suffering
upon me
And revile me in their anger.
Confuse the wicked oh Lord confound their speech
For I see violence and strife in the city
Threats and lies never leave it's streets.
Oh, that I had the wings of a dove
I would fly away and be at rest.
Oh, that I had the wings of a dove
I would fly away and be at rest.
My heart is in anguish within me
The terrors of death assail me
Fear and trembling have beset me
Horror has overwhelmed me
And revile me in their anger
Confuse the wicked oh Lord confound their speech
For I see violence and strife in the city
threats and lies never leave it's streets.
Oh, that I had the wings of a dove
I would fly away and be at rest
Oh, that I had the wings of a dove
I would fly away and be at rest.
