Her wings were broken

Her wings were broken tattered feathers drifting but in her heart her faith in God bloomed like wildflowers unfazed by the storms of life With every stumble every set back every tear she gathered the light of God's good and kept her faith strong as the storms she overcame In shadows, she found light in silence, she sang, trusting the soft flight of gods grace In the silence, hope lifted her gaze, and though the sky felt heavy she smiled knowing that god is in control and he held promises yet unspoken. Even though her wings were broken she soared on whispers of hope, cradled by the arms of dawn. Each flutter a prayer each fall a testament to the hope and strength of her spirit. Even though her wings were tired like frayed ribbons in the wind, she soared through the clouds of doubt, With every flutter a prayer whispered softly to the heavens above. her heart cradled hope, a light refusing to dim even when shadows danced around her weary spirit. a gentle flame flickered bright in the night, reminding her that every fall is a step towards grace and every struggle forms a path to the new wings yet to be renewed. So even though her wings were broken her faith remains full because she knows gods grace will renew h