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 along 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 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 the 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

Then I knew it was my bird that little bird that never flew 'til then...