The Bird with a Broken Wing

 

"I walked through the woodland meadows,

Where sweet the thrushes sing,

And found on a bed of mosses

A bird with a broken wing.

I healed its wound and each morning

It sang its old sweet strain,

But the bird with a broken pinion

Never soared as high again.

 

I found a young life broken

By sin's seductive art,

And touched with a Christlike pity,

I took him to my heart.

He lived with a noble purpose,

And struggled not in vain,

But life that sin had stricken

Never soared as high again.

 

But the bird with a broken pinion

Kept another from the snare,

And the life that sin had stricken

Raised another from despair.

Each loss has its compensation,

There is healing for every pain

But the bird with a broken pinion

Never soars as high again."

      -Hezekiah Butterworth