Long Ago, there was a bird
who sang but just once in
her life.
From the moment she left the
nest,
she searched the longest leaf
for a thorn tree,
never resting until she found
one.
Then she began to sing,
more sweetly than any other
creature on the face of the
earth.
But carry away in the rapturous
honor song,
she impaled herself on the
longest, sharpest thorn.
As she was dying,
she rose above her own agony to
out-sing even the lark and the
nightingale.
The thorn bird traded her life
for that one song and
the whole world was captured to
listen!
And God, in His heaven smiles~
As her very best was brought out
only of the cost of great pain.
Driven by the thorn, with no fear
for her death to come.
But when we push the thorn into
our breast,We know…
We understand…
And still…we choose the pain of
the thorn…
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