Psalm 55 — The Wings of a Dove

A Ballad

A winged figure sits on a rock surrounded by waves.
Image by Ria Sopala from Pixabay

My foes don’t rest in their attacks,
Relentless, heartless, cruel.
They rage against my heart and soul
Because I break their rules.

I dread the news of each new morn:
What threats and lies today?
The ground we fought so hard to gain
They yearn to take away.

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