Because in each day, no matter how dark or how long, there is a praise to be found. Sometimes our hearts are too weary or too frightened to voice them, but our souls cry out to God... and He is there.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Broken Wings
The sunshine traced my broken wings
Beneath the summer sky;
I may never be whole again,
But, with Him, I can fly.
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