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On Broken Wings
on broken wings...I watched her flop,
it seemed she could be caught...
why...I could grab that wounded bird,
at least that's what I thought!
thirty minutes...maybe more,
I still had empty hands...
she'd led me far from where we were,
that wasn't in my plans!
but when I told my dad about,
the silliest kind of thing...
he smiled and nodded...he knew about,
those birds on broken wings!
since then I've learned that satan,
paints pictures like that too...
encouraging us to reach his way,
that's all we need to do!
but, when we make assessment,
...of just where we've been led...
broken promises...broken dreams,
are all we have instead!
and we've been led to wander,
in search of distant things...
things our hearts were reaching for,
like the bird on broken wings!
when all the while God sees us,
just when all hope seems lost...
He reaches down and takes us in,
and kindly pays the cost!
in life I've learned some lessons,
from God in many things...
but always on my heart will be,
that bird with broken wings!
Penned By:
C. E. Dale Mannning (c)2003
Gideon, Mo.
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