"Our soul is escaped as a bird out of the snare of the fowlers: the snare is broken, and we are escaped. Our help is in the name of the Lord, who made heaven and earth."
Pop is in Heaven. I'm so grateful that we were together last week and that God gave me 32 years with him. Lots of mixed emotions, but this poem I found in his Bible when I was a teenager was the first thing that came to mind when I heard the news.
"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 a broken pinion
Never soared as high again.
I found a young life broken
By sin's seductive art,
touched with a Christlike pity,
I took him to my heart.
He lived with a noble purpose,
And struggled not in vain,
But life that sin had stricken
Never soared as high again.
But the bird with a 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 a broken pinion
Never soars as high again."
-Hezekiah Butterworth
There is another verse to this that talks about a life lived in Christ makes it possible for the bird to soar as high again, but I cannot find it. Thanks for prayers for my family.
3 comments:
Hi Brother, we just got off the phone and I wanted to post that this was a perfect poem. Of course, I wanted to let you know how sorry I was to hear the news. But I also know that he is closer to you more than ever now and you have all the best traits that Pop ever had and more! The Lord is laying his hands over you, your family, your Mom, and Mim. I will be praying for you and your family. God Bless.
Beautiful poem, Mike... I'm praying for you guys and will continue to do so.
Hi Mike, even though it's probably best for him I'm still so sorry he passed away. The poem was beautiful. You and your family are in our prayers.
We love you!
Post a Comment