An Angel With A Broken Wing

An angel with a broken wing.
Came down from above.
From where I stood,
I heard her sing.
Of Jesus and His love.

Her voice it did not falter,
You knew she felt no pain.
Kneeling at the altar,
Not once did she complain.

That little angel has taught me,
We are not the same.
Jesus loves us all you see.
When we proclaim His Name.

So color has no bearing.
Handicaps are the same.
Love is for sharing.
When you carry on His Name.