The Fledgling Sings Inside

The Fledgling Sings Inside


A fledging is made for sky 

Like a soul is winged for Heaven .

Trapped in this cold house at night ,

It flings till wings are broken.

It thinks the face of God is hard and dark.

But lo! The soft gleams of a smiling dawn

Break through the open door of Christ beyond!


Psalms 148:7-13:

Praise the Lord from the earth,

you great sea creatures and all ocean depths,

lightning and hail, snow and clouds, stormy winds that do his bidding,

you mountains and all hills, fruit trees and all cedars,

wild animals and all cattle,

small creatures and flying birds,

kings of the earth and all nations,

you princes and all rulers on earth,

young men and women,

old men and children.

Let them praise the name of the Lord,

for his name alone is exalted;

his splendor is above the earth and the heavens.


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