And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove! for then would I fly away, and be at rest.
“O that I had wings like a dove,
For then would I fly away and be at rest!”
Frequently I have yearned within my breast
To flee to yon celestial home above.
Gazing at the portraits on the wall, I see my children, husband, and myself—
Each one matched in clothes and countenance and looking right, as if we all belong.
Still I find it hard to comprehend that to a wife and mother I have grown.
In my eyes I don’t look anything remotely like the mothers I have known.
Just as I am, my broken heart
To give Thee the whole, and not just part.
For Thou canst give me a brand new start,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.