Wake dove, stretch your feathers, Worry not love, how far you could fall. Fly now, darling find how; A broken wing can feel the best to soar on. It's not the perch you've climbed to reach, But the broken wing that's made you meek; that's when He lifts you high. Believing is not about seeing, Faith is not about reaching, and on this journey I keep learning, Flying is not about wings. Sparrow trapped by a window, every resource spent for just one goal. It's not by work you find your escape, but in your defeat when you seek his face; that's when He lifts you high.