Saturday, March 27, 2010

Broken Wings

Sometimes we fly on broken wings,
a little at a time.
It takes a little longer,
to find a place and shine.

Each has a different life song.
A tune all of their own.
Still beautiful, beloved,
His Wings to fly you Home.

For some it’s all that they can do,
to simply keep the pace.
The least shall be the First one day,
and all have need of Grace.

Beauty lives within the heart,
and God can see it all.
With Arms to Hold the weakest lamb,
and Dance you to the Ball.

He has a Plan,
For every Child,
so Stand and Smile and Be.
God loves you just the way you are,
and All you are to me.
Elizabeth
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