As a bird stretches its wings,
So did I once fly.
Like a hummingbird sipping nectar,
I was pure and sweet inside.
No painful thought
Nor broken heart had I,
Until my wings were clipped.
For ages I was grounded-
Condemned to crawl around.
Shrouded in looming shadows,
Darkness did abound.
I fed myself with worms of hatred;
Delved into the soil of grief.
What good was my existence?
But in my tortured state,
There came a helping hand.
It caressed my wounded body,
Washed off the grimy sand.
My wings were quick to heal,
My heart began to mend,
My spirit was revived,
And so I fly again.
As a bird.
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The Good Doctor
It may be concise, but that doesn't take away from how powerful this poem is. It makes me think of the hymns and psalms that are the true essence of worship. All too often in these times do people ignore why we need Him, all because we're too caught up in how they'll react when we tell them the Gospel. This is a great analogy -
wow
your similes are awesome
GOOD JOB
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