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