The Broken Pinion

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Oct 21, 1902

The Broken Pinion

I WALKED through the woodland meadow, 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 the broken pinion Never soared as high again.

I found a young life stricken By sin’s seductive art, And, touched with a Christlike pity, I took him to my heart; He lived with a noble purpose, And struggled not in vain; But the life that sin had stricken Never soared as high again.

But the bird with the broken pinion Kept another from the snare, And the life that sin had stricken Raised another from despair; For Christ, the mighty healer, Has a balm for every pain, And the soul that he has healed Higher still shall soar again.

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