How Nature Prays
A Mourning Dove I be, small, grayish-brown with spotted tail,
A tiny dash of pink beneath my chin,
And though I mourn, I coo a song of courage through the pain,
to bravely never-mind what might have been.
Good God, beneath the mystery of sorrow and despair,
We also hear a clear creative call.
So doves accept the role of making music out of pain,
Yet adding tones of hope beneath it all.
March 8, 2020
Rev. Steve Van Kuiken
Sermon text: How Nature Prays
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