Sometimes we feel the power of God's

great hands are felt by some not worthy

While those who sing and praise

God's name seemed to be passed by

But worthy or not, God loves us all

even a little bird that couldn't fly

Why is life given and taken away too soon for some to tell

And others live for many years and walk a path to hell

A cripple since birth may speak

God's name in tender tones with pain

While a man with health and friends

and wealth will take God's name in vain

But God's reasons must not be known

or questioned by me and you

Like the little bird I saw, the bird that never flew

I feel close to each thing that God has made

the earth, the sky, and the sea

And each creature living here belongs to Him

even you and me

And one day while I was walking alone

admiring some of God's beautiful things

By the path on which I walked

I saw a small bird that had no wings

So I sat down and I held out my hand

and that little bird climbed upon

And I held him for a long, long time

I thought maybe that his mamma might come

At last he looked at me as though he knew

That he'd found him a friend

and a home for a bird that never flew

So I built him a little house on the ground

like few birds I'm sure have ever known

And he seemed to be so happy there

with his new friends and his new home

And for two years I fed him and I watched him

as with the other birds he'd play

But when they got tired of playing, they'd just fly away

Then a look of loneliness in his eyes

as he'd watch the birds fly into the blue

But then a look of understanding as

though he knew why he couldn't do that too

And then one summer evening at sunset

I saw a perfect picture of love

Everyone of his little playmates

were beautiful snow white dove

Then the ruffle of their feathers

as they started into flight

Then I noticed that all the doves but one was white

And he looked like my bird

but he had wings of solid gold and brand new

And then I knew it was my bird

that little bird that never flew

Until then