Long Ago there was a bird who sang
but just once in her life
From the moment she left the nest
she searched the longest leaf for a thorn tree
never resting until she found one
Then she began to sing
more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth
But carry away in the rapturous honor song
she impaled herself on the longest, sharpest thorn
As she was dying
she rose above her own agony to
out-sing even the lark and the nightingale.
The thorn bird traded her life for that one song and
the whole world was captured to listen
And God, in His heaven smiles
As her very best was brought out only of the cost of great pain
Driven by the thorn, with no fear for her death to come
But when we push the thorn into our breast
We know…
We understand…
And still…we choose the pain of the thorn…