The Doves Song

Bravado loves to sing his song
While wisdom beats her toneless gong
Your basest thoughts
Your foolish ways
Are better still and worthy of praise

But harder and harder if truth be told
To trust in Thy refining hold
My heart is broken,
My body tattered
Old and weary my soul is scattered

What good purpose is there to see?
But a young man, broken, broken as can be
Perhaps taken low,
To be lifted high?
Akin to Your beloved Son that Jersusalem nigh?

To know Thy purpose may never be
To feel Thy goodness enough for me
But better still, when days are gone
And the doves have sung their mourning song
A Child in his Father's gaze, longing for his Father's praise
Til He looks down and softly speaks
"Well done My child–in you I am pleased"

Bryce Cooley
I've been doing some form of ministry since 2000. For 13 years I was involved in the youth ministry at Cordova Neighborhood Church as everything from youth intern to youth pastor. God has led me and my lovely wife Bethany to Church of the Foothills where I currently reside as the Digital Publishing Coordinator. I'm excited to see where God leads my wife and I.
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Bryce Cooley
I've been doing some form of ministry since 2000. For 13 years I was involved in the youth ministry at Cordova Neighborhood Church as everything from youth intern to youth pastor. God has led me and my lovely wife Bethany to Church of the Foothills where I currently reside as the Digital Publishing Coordinator. I'm excited to see where God leads my wife and I.