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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 carried 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...