A baby bird stumbles across the pebbled path her broken wing hangs limply by her side. In her brokenness she cannot fly. Yet she opens her beak to sing- lifting her voice to the sky.
A fluttering fills the air as the father bird follows the sound of his child’s voice. His voice joins the song of his daughter. Lighting softly beside her, he settles to wait with her in this place.
His wings shelter her from the winter wind. The father’s voice is like the sound of thunder above crashing waves as it weaves a healing balm that binds the damaged wing.
His delight soothes her broken soul. Their voices blend in perfect harmony as the child stretches her wings as together they soar above the clouds once more.
Sing, Daughter Zion;
Be glad and rejoice with all your heart
God is with you
He will take great delight in you;
He will rejoice over you with singing.