6. And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove! for then would I fly away, and be at rest. If he could not resist as
an eagle, he would escape as a dove. His love of peace made him sigh for an
escape from the scene of strife. We are all too apt to utter this vain desire,
for vain it is; no wings of doves or eagles could bear us away from the sorrows
of a trembling heart. Inward grief knows nothing of place. Moreover, it is
cowardly to shun the battle which God would have us fight. We had better face
the danger, for we have no armor for our backs. He may be at peace who does not
fly, but commends his case to his God. Even the dove of old found no rest till
she returned to her ark, and we amid all our sorrow may find rest in Jesus. We
need not depart; all will be well if we trust in him.
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