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 skies of blue,
They too were powerless to fly--
until one day 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 yourselves 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 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 to silver wings.

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