Denise Bekker - ( (The Dove) )

Serenity divine, o pure white Dove,
quickened from heaven above.
Royal Spirit, winged on high,
celestrial treasures sing and sigh.

Pure white heavenly Dove,
surely a holy gift born out of love.
Whitened pleasure of golden love.
Where can you, your sweet feet rest?
In the hearts of those you quest.

Sweet Dove clothed in velvet white,
blessed are those, in who you delight.
Around your foot, a golden band,
betrothed you are from on high and on land.

O pure Dove of peace,
in your quest you never cease.
Bestowing goodwill to all mankind,
Solace within your heart, they will find.

Worthy you are, to behold.
As precious as refined liquid gold.
You are the wings of compassion,
o pure white Dove, Holy Spirit of divine passion!

Denise Bekker

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