Flying up, ascending toward the rays of the sun soars a dove with the cries of my soul. Ascending, following beams of the crystals and the treasures I have left behind. Never will I know the beauty of my redeemer until I can confine in this dove. Peace that is drowning is transformed into air that I breathe to fill my lungs. It gapes through my pours and crawls in my bed until peace is all of me. My soul flys on the wings of a dove into hands of my beautiful savior. Then shall you hear my cry and wipe away the furry, guilt and hurt and fill my heart with love. A love that is of no other but you, that shall make me new. You send a message through the rain to break away the stone that surrounds my body and mind, and make my life a melody that shall fill the gaps of time, and sound beautiful in your ears. My Lord, you have never left me nor brought hurt upon my life but wonder and beauty and I praise you at this moment and always for this. Flying up, ascending toward the rays of the sun soars a dove with the praise of my heart.
