Jeanne Rose: Listen

wounded
bruised
broken
with trust
with love
she comes to know and understand...

Believe

How can she believe?
How can she believe?
In something, something she can’t see
A wounded dove before his eyes
A broken heart she cannot fly
She yearns to fly but can’t break free

He says, "please, please, believe in me
Your time will come trust in me".
He says, "please, please believe in me
Your time will come, trust in me".

Her wings he wraps within his arms
Protecting her from further harm
Her broken dreams he mends with woven song
He promises it won’t belong
She’ll come to know where she belongs
For what she cannot see, will come to be

He says, “please, please believe in me"
Your time will come
Trust in me
Oh, please believe in me
Your time will come trust in me

A mended dove now flies so high
With mended heart she now can cry
She now believes in all she could not see
With trust and love, she now believes
With trust and love, she now believes