The Dove Poet

By Keith S. S Wilson

Poetry has allowed Keith S. Wilson to become free on the inside. Through his darkest life of ups and downs, he's been given this gift to become a better person. A phenomenal thing has happened, which he can't phantom, but it is translated to paper. Surely, the writing of his book is divine intervention. This book has been written for the world to taste a little bit of heaven.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: May 18, 2018
• ISBN: 9781641388221

Book preview

The Stand

The kingdom of heaven is at hand

Peace amidst truth and light

All unrighteousness we must withstand

For God’s love will give us might.

Let one of us reach one

Resound Jericho’s battle cry

Teach one of us to lead one

Heaven on earth is nigh.

In his wings shall we uphold

To keep in all his ways

As we bestill, rest, and behold

His goodness of our days.

Where Angels take charge and arrive

We, too, must take this stand

Where the light of Christ thrives

In the hearts of every man.

Son’s Call

No matter the stormy weathers,

Hold on to the anchor of your soul.

It does matter you whether

To one that bares the price of the toll.

Lift up your holy hands,

A new day has just begun.

Hearken to the Lord’s command

And harmony will be as one.

God will hasten to his word,

His ear shall hear your cry.

His hands are not shorten toward

To one soul that shall draw nigh.

Arise all the true sons,

Awake to your almighty call.

It is I that has already done

Given eternal life to all.

The Greatest Gift

The love in that he gave

I am a slave to thy will

And I rejoice as do angel’s clave.

To life you have instilled,

My soul trust in you

Only in your word it can be fed.

I am foreign here there be few

The few who do worship you must be led,

You live, O my soul cries

Out for the fear of the Lord

Come by, O Lord, come by

The nations with thy sword,

Bringing in the sheaves shall we rejoice

Because we all have believed

For his sheep hear the shepherd’s voice

And his seed have we conceived,

His light shall fill his kingdom

For those who have received the gift

No words said or what have you done

But did you receive the greatest gift

My Son . . .

Lover’s Cry

Lord, I call