The Bird That Never Flew

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 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 until then.