BURDENS ARE THINGS.. GOD TURNS INTO WINGS

“Oh, for the wings of a bird,”  we cry,
To carry us off to an untroubled sky,
Where we can dwell untouched by care
And always be free as a bird in the air.But there is a legend that’s very old,
Not often heard and seldom told,
That once all birds were wingless, too,
Unable to soar through the skies of blue.

For while their plumage was beautifully bright
And their chirping songs were liltingly light,
They, too, were powerless to fly
Until one day when the Lord came by
And laid at the feet of the singing birds
Gossamer wings as He spoke these words:

“Come take these burdens, so heavy now,
But if you bear them you’ll learn somehow
That as you wear them they’ll grow light
And soon you can lift yourself into flight.”

So folding the wings beneath their hearts,
And after endless failures and starts,
They lifted themselves and found with delight
The wings that were heavy had grown so light.So let us, too, listen to God’s wise words,
For we are much like the “wingless birds,”
And if we would shoulder our daily trials,
And learn to wear them with sunny smiles,
We’d find they were wings that God had sent
To lift us above our heart’s discontent.

For the wings that lift us out of despair
Are made by God from the weight of care;
So whenever you cry for “the wings of a bird,”
Remember this little legend you’ve heard
And let God give you a heart that sings
As He turns your burdens into

 “GOLDEN  WINGS.”

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2 thoughts on “BURDENS ARE THINGS.. GOD TURNS INTO WINGS”

  1. The seagull was down at among the rocks beneath the old docks of the fort. One wing was twisted, trailing behind, clearly broken.
    My son and I went down the long climb and finally approached the seagull who was spooked and stayed just out of reach for some time.
    Finally we got the seagull, put the broken wing carefully beside it and came up the seawall again.
    There was a couple sitting who had watched this and came over to introduce themselves- he was a country western singer with some records and ask us a number of questions. That is fine. We went our way but the box we fixed for the seagull on the porch did not protect it from what ever critter left feathers across the yard.

    Some time later we were on a point where two channels crossed. There was another sea gull with a broken wing, flapping a few flaps now and then, but basically drifting with the incoming tide.
    We got out and were discussing the way to fish it out as it reached the point watching when a large shark arched up in a flash mouth wide, engulfed the gull, and left a huge splash where only a moment before we had watched the gull.

    We looked at one another, my son arch his eyebrow and said:
    Dad, you just can’t help seagulls with broken wings.

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