From this:
Psalm 55
6And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove! for then would I fly away, and be at rest.
Came this:
Wings of the Morning
By Cynthia Maddox
Oh for the wings of the morning
that I might mount to the stars,
To pull back the curtains of heaven
and look on His face from afar.
The power and majesty awesome;
The beauty and glory untold;
The love and compassion beyond measure,
And worlds His hands gently hold.
At least, that's how it works for me.
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