1. I walked in the woodland meadows,
Where sweet the thrushes sing,
And found on a bed of mosses,
A bird with a broken wing;
I healed its wing, and each morning
It sang its old sweet strain,
But the bird with the broken pinion
Never soared as high again,
But the bird with the broken pinion
Never soared as high again.
2. I found a young life broken
By sin's seductive art,
And touched with a Christ-like pity,
I took him to my heart;
He lived with a nobler purpose,
And struggled not in vain;
But the life that sin had stricken
Never soared as high again,
But the life that sin had stricken
Never soared as high again.
3. But the bird with a broken pinion
Kept another from the snare,
And the life that sin had stricken
Raised another from despair;
Each loss has its own compensation,
There's healing for each pain,
And the life that's restored by Jesus
Will be filled with hope again,
And the life that's restored by Jesus
Will be filled with hope again.
~H. Butterworth
Verse 3 edited by C. Young