The Bird With The Broken Pinion

The Bird With the Broken Pinion
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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 the broken pinion
Never soared so high again

I found a young life broken
By sin’s seductive art,
And, touched with a Christian pity
I took him to my heart
He lived with a noble purpose,
And struggled not in vain:
But the life that sin had stricken-
Never soared so high again

But the bird with the 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 the broken pinion
Never soars so high again