THE MENDER
By Chris Smith

Angel with the broken wings,
You'd fallen into earthly things;
You faced the demons dancing 'round,
Mocking you with laughter's sound.

You then felt hollow in your soul,
And let a darkness make you whole;
You had lost the Glory's light,
And all was then eternal night.

God's praises then you did not sing,
Your voice to heaven did not ring.
But now a hope within does rise,
And, again, you lift your eyes.

Free your heart once more, my friend,
And with care your wings I'll mend;
Let His Peace pervade your soul,
and let His Light now make you whole.

Angel with the mended wings,
you've turned your back on earthly things;
now left alone I sit and cry,
and with my wounds I wait to die.