Wake dove, stretch your feathers,
Worry not love, how far you could fall.
Fly now, darling find how;
A broken wing can feel the best to soar on.
It's not the perch you've climbed to reach,
But the broken wing that's made you meek;
That's when He lifts you high.
Believing is not about seeing,
Faith is not about reaching,
And on this journey I keep learning,
Flying is not... about wings.
Sparrow trapped by a window,
Every resource spent for just one goal.
It's not by work you find your escape,
But in your defeat when you seek his face;
That's when He lifts you high.
Believing is not about seeing,
Faith is not about reaching,
And on this journey I keep learning,
Flying is not... about wings.
Believing is not about seeing,
Faith is not about reaching,
And on this journey I keep learning,
Flying is not... about wings.
Believing is not about seeing,
Faith is not about reaching,
And on this journey I keep learning,
Flying is not... about wings.

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