Favorite Quote:
Last night, as I sat there, I started to cry. <br /> My wings were all broken, and I just couldn&#039;t fly.<br /> <br /> All the others were flying, around and around. <br /> But for me, I couldn&#039;t, I remained on the ground. <br /> My wings were so bad, all rusted and torn. <br /> From anger and hate, to arrogance and scorn. <br /> They wouldn&#039;t even flap, being so out of repair. <br /> But the thing that hurt most no one seemed to care. <br /> I sat there alone, watching all others fly. <br /> Not even getting up, or attempting to try. <br /> But then in one moment, God was gracious to me. <br /> He sent me a friend, as I prayed on my knees. <br /> His wings were pure white, and his features aglow. <br /> He was very strong, which I soon came to know. <br /> He picked me right up, and flew to the highest mountain top.<br /> <br /> I was really nervous &#039;cause there, he did stop. <br /> He told me, &quot;now fly,&quot; but &quot;I can&#039;t&quot; I said back. <br /> &quot;It&#039;s not your wings that are broken, it&#039;s just confidence you lack.&quot; <br /> I turned around and looked, to check out my wings. <br /> They looked so torn, those pitiful things. <br /> I&#039;ll catch you&quot; he said, <br /> &quot;If you start to fall, Just yell out my name, <br /> I&#039;ll hear your call.&quot; <br /> So I took a running start, attempting to soar. <br /> Exhilaration went through me, like never before. <br /> I&#039;m&quot; flying!&quot; I exclaimed, &quot;higher than kings.&quot; <br /> &quot;I&#039;m flying!&quot; &quot;flying with broken wings.&quot;