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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.

Lindsay Sidford


Search Inward, Reach Outward, Look Upward. – Thomas S. Monson

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