Little Angel With Broken Wing
It was just a little statue,
Not costly, new nor rare.
Just a little figurine
That I saw lying there.
It was a little angel--
A small but pretty thing.
One hand was raised to Heaven;
But--it had a broken wing.
Nothing else was damaged.
It's smile was just so sweet;
'Twas sitting on a crescent moon,
A cloud beneath it's feet.
I couldn't just discard it,
So with steady, careful hands
I glued it back together
And placed it on a stand.
Little angel with broken wing,
I share this thought with thee:
That He for Whom the angels sing
In love has mended me.
He held my wounded, broken life
So gently in His hands.
He kissed away the hurt and pain
And made me whole again.
He set me in a special place
That's in His loving heart.
Each day He tells me of His love
And that we'll never part.
So I will keep you always
For the message that you bring:
We've both been touched by healing hands,
Little angel with broken wing.
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