Broken down, wings torn through,
A singing song bird left no tune.
Mighty winds swept over me,
A raging storm I could not see.
The songbird clung to a branch a’ fallen,
And gave thanks to the Lord for His grace.
The bird all bloodied; wounds in this life will heal.
The one thing not seen is its spirit. The mercy of God holds it still.
Search Inward, Reach Outward, Look Upward. – Thomas S. Monson