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The Dove Upon His Breast

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I call to mind not too long ago while sitting in church waiting for the service to begin, I heard the Lord say one word – “Dove.” “What about the dove,” I said to the Lord.  I started to write on a tablet this intimate poetic prayer word which I felt the Holy Spirit moving in me to pray.

 

O’ God, as your

 little bird in

flight,

I come to

 Your Son

 who is majestic

 and

bright.

 

O’ Jesus,

I am your dove

who seek your aid,

 to find peace

in your

 everlasting shade.

 

O my Christ,

I light

 upon your breast

 to place my head

 to find rest.

 

The beat

of your heart

 is so melodious

and

clear,

 I cannot help but

but fully hear.

 

My heart

 which was weak

 now becomes strong

 as I join in singing

Your

heart songs.

 

A song

of salvation

 so sweet

my heart

 even skips a

 few earthly beats.


My wings

flutter and my feathers

begin to glisten

 as I bend my ear

 to

 further listen.

 

Divine melody

 of song unheard

pierce my ears

with

heavenly words.

 

Words of revelation

 with rhythmic meter

cause my spirit

 and

heart to be

 like a

tree of cedar.

 

Oh,

what

marvelous harmony

 I hear in the bosom

 of

my Savior so dear.

 

His eyes

look down

 and

 cut to my innermost

all around.

 

He says to me,

 

“Little dove

 so sweet

 all the things

 you hear are

 for your

 treat.

 

His eyes

are full of

 brightness and heat

 that I feel

  incomplete

 but know in Him

 I am really

complete.

 

Here I am resting

on my Savior’s breast,

 when He says,

  “Cling to me,

and

 I will grant you

only

my best.

 

The exquisite words

of the Savior

lift

and

break my soul

for Him to take.

 

O’ Jesus

 what can I say,

 I have no earthly

 words to

speak.

 

I have become

 mute and only

 know that all

 I can do is seek.

 

To the visit

 upon His breast

 for the moment must end,

for I hear the

Savior

extend,

 

(Note:  The prophetic poetry prayer ended and then the Lord spoke this very short word to me. 

 

My little dove,

 know that I am touching your wings

 to always fly toward the Son

 for with the Son there are

 no clouds,

no rain,

and

 no thunder.

 

As you fly,

know that the wind

of My Spirit will cause

lift in your wings to come

 up higher into My house where

 I will speak with you

 and

you will speak with me.”

 

O’ My little tender

and

seeking dove

 upon my breast,

 now stretch out your wings

 and

catch the new

 and

fresh current

of my breath as

I will blow

 under your wings.

 

Rich Arnold

Servant of the Lord

311 Adelaide Ave SW

Hartville, Ohio 44632

330-704-9306

 
 
 

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