Flight of the White Dove

Christmas, Easter, and the days between

They traveled for miles
After the child
Just to see his face.
He lay in the dirty hay
Bright as the day
With a smile on his face.

Let the stars shake down from the heavens,
If it be our final day.
May trumpets sound from above the ground,
As the planet starts to shake.
An olive branch will fall
From a white dove’s mouth.
A single voice will call
Us from the mistakes we allowed.

They clothed him in their shame,
Laughing his name.
Tears fell down his face.
He lay down, hanging upright.
Never did fight.
With sympathy on his face.

Let the stars shake down from the heavens,
If it be our final day.
May trumpets sound from above the ground,
As the planet starts to shake.
An olive branch will fall
From a white dove’s mouth.
A single voice will call
Us from the mistakes we allowed.

And in the shadows, let me see light.
And in the battles, let me fight.
I want everlasting freedom.
I want everlasting peace.
I want everlasting freedom,
And from pain a release.

An olive branch will fall
From a white dove’s mouth.
A single voice will call
Us from the mistakes we allowed.
Let the stars shake down from the heavens,
If it be our final day.
May trumpets sound from above the ground,
As the planet starts to shake.

A single voice will call.
The voice will call us all.