The Wandering Dove

I said, “Oh, that I had the wings of a dove!
I would fly away and be at rest.
I would flee far away
and stay in the desert;
I would hurry to my place of shelter,
far from the tempest and storm. Psalm 55: 6-9

You Yourself have recorded my wanderings.
Put my tears in Your bottle.
Are they not in Your records?

Then my enemies will retreat on the day when I call.
This I know: God is for me.

In God, whose word I praise,
in the LORD, whose word I praise,

in God I trust; I will not fear.
What can man do to me? Psalm 56:8-11

For the broken, the weary, the wanderers, the empty hearted. For me. . .