Oh that God would lead us into the depths of love,
for only there we understand the nature of the Dove.
The Dove that came from heaven so many years ago,
the Dove that took away our sins and washed us white as snow.
The Dove who shed his precious blood who died upon the tree,
the Dove who looked beyond my faults and saw some good in me.
Oh that love may flow through me like sunlight from above,
that all who look may only see the nature of the Dove.