Wings Of Dove (Mehida)

My thoughts trouble me and I'm distraught At the voice of the enemy At the stares of the wicked; For they bring down suffering upon me And revile me in their anger Confuse the wicked O Lord, Confound their speech, For I see violence and strife in the city. Threats and lies never leave it's streets. "Oh, that I had the wings of a dove I would fly away and be at rest" My heart is in anguish within me; The terrors of death assail me. Fear and trembling have beset me; Horror has overwhelmed me And revile me in their anger