The Broken Pinion by Hezekiah Butterworth









The Broken Pinion 

by Hezekiah Butterworth

I walked through the woodland meadows, 
Where sweet the thrushes sing; 
And I found on a bed of mosses 
A bird with a broken wing. 
I healed its wound, and each morning 
It sang its old sweet strain, 
But the bird with a broken pinion 
Never soared as high again. 

I found a young life broken 
By sin's seductive art; 
And touched with a Christlike pity, 
I took him to my heart. 
He lived with a noble purpose 
And struggled not in vain; 
But the life that sin had stricken 
Never soared as high again. 

But the bird with a broken pinion 
Kept another from the snare; 
And the life that sin had stricken 
Raised another from despair. 
Each loss has its compensation, 
There is healing for every pain; 
But the bird with a broken pinion 
Never soars as high again.