My little bird...

A little tiny bird

With a little broken wing

She hadn't healed enough to fly

But was strong enough to sing

The songs she shared healed many hearts

And many broken souls

Her presence lifted weary frowns

And her laughter brought many home

Now this little tiny bird

With her little broken wing

Gave so much to the others

That it covered up her pain

But every time she tried to fly

She was reminded of her fall

But even still this little bird

Would continue to stand tall

"I don't care about this broken wing

It will not hold me down"

She would tell herself time and again

And then inside would frown

For she knew that her true desire

Was to somehow rise above

To fly with all the others

And with her friend the dove

To have the sun shine on her face

Feel the wind beneath her wings

And from the deepest part of her

Her soul would truly sing

Be patient little birdie

And do not try to fly

For God will give you brand new wings

And set you way up high

Be strong now little birdie

Strong enough to say

The song I sang to heal the others

I sing to me today

For God can set you way up high

And give you wings to fly

But when you cling to brokenness

You keep it deep inside

So when you climb out on that branch

And trade old wings for new

Be sure to give him all that's broken

And to yourself be true

May the serenity of the Son shine down

As you soar on wings of love

And may you sing a song of healing

As you fly beside the dove

Written for My Little Stormy

May 14th, 2003