The Song of a Wounded Bird

This is one of the songs we sang for the music program at Bible School. I loved it instantly. It's beautiful and the words are ~AMAZING~

The Song of a Wounded Bird


Once I heard a song of sweetness,

As it cleft the morning air,

Sounding in its best completeness

Like a tender, pleading prayer.

And I sought to find the singer,

Whence the wondrous song was born:

And I found a bird sore wounded,

Pinioned by a cruel thorn.

 

I have seen a soul in sadness,

While its wings with pain were furled,

Giving hope, and cheer, and gladness

That should bless a weeping world.

And I knew that life of sweetness,

Was of pain and sorrow borne,

And a stricken soul was singing

With its heart against a thorn.

 

Ye are told of one who loved you,

Of a Savior crucified.

Ye are told of nails that pinioned

And a spear that pierced His side:

Ye are told of cruel scourging.

Of a Savoir bearing scorn.

And He died for your salvation

With his brow against a thorn.

 

Ye are not above the Master;

Will you breathe a sweet refrain?

And His grace will be sufficient,

When you heart is pierced with pain.

Will you live to bless His loved ones,

Tho' your life is bruised and torn,

Like the bird that sang so sweetly,

With its heart against a thorn.