I saw an angel with a broken wing,
When I glanced at her, she started to sing,
She looked as though she bore no pain,
Her pretty, white garment revealed no stain.
She held out her arms as if to welcome me,
Her form was so graceful and heavenly,
Her mangled wing hung loosely at her side,
Her composure revealed something from inside.
Her spirit showed compassion and real concern,
It was a reflection of what my spirit yearned,
I was compelled to walk closer to her,
The light was so beautiful and pure.
As I drew nearer, I saw her face,
Years of sorrow, time had erased,
As I got closer, I felt the glow,
The kind only God’s children know.
We finally met eye to eye,
The broken wing was touched from on high,
The presence of the Lord had healed right then,
Just as the moment we are cleansed from sin.
I once was someone with a broken wing,
Then I met Jesus and started to sing,
I lift my voice to the One on High,
I will praise Him until the day I die.
I wish for you to know the One,
Who is called Jesus Christ the Son,
The valley feels deep and the river runs wide,
He is there always to be by your side.
Todays poetry contest entry was written by Bittybam56.
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