Hymn - Poem by Hannah Freeman
She looked at her wings, humbled
Scattered ripped crippled
At Your power and glory
Over being and matter
Over death, death, death,
In silence she should
Have bowed to the Lord,
To cruelty and hate
To war and to death, to death on wings
On wings of steel, of iron and gold
To the smile on your face
To the grin of the cat
Bow to the Almighty!
For he is the one, the one, the only
The only that loves and warms and aids
That kills, that cripples, that screams that fails
For He can do all
For He was there before
For he who created the good and the bad
And for fun? – the ugly.
So behold HIM the great!
She had looked with the eyes He had given her
And she had seen what was there.
Now look at the glory
Look at the beauty of an angels wings
When their torn and shattered
And gray as dust, as gray as matter
And bow to HIM the Almighty the Lord
For what remains to do?
One feather falls to dust.
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