Release the dove of peace,
Give Him wings to fly.
Let Him fill the drift, the rift,
With the pure lift of grace to the sky.
I may not understand all,
But Lord I know you do.
You see things I don't see.
And you see me through.
Release your Spirit Lord,
Let Him descend on me,
If I am to be like you Lord,
Your love must set me free.
I can not abandon your call to me,
Just like you could not remain on a throne.
You came to suffer so I'd be free,
You gave up all of it, so I'd never be alone.
Release the dove of peace,
Give Him wings to fly.
Let Him heal me, fill me.
Soaring grace to the sky.
Rebecca Jones