Dearest Christ,
Every morn you paint the sunrise,Illumining a different landscape each time,Inspiring the day before us.We are in awe at the ineffable beauty,Lighting the hills and the plains.
Show me such grand celebration,That I may have a hand in this Creation;Please teach me this artistry,From You, the Master Himself,That with divine technique becomes,The expression of Pure Love.
Descending like a Dove
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The Holy Spirit is not described in Matthew as looking like a dove, but as
"descending" like a dove.
Ellicott's Bible Commentary:
“In a bodily shape.—The w...
