[00:23.10] | Long Ago there was a bird who sang |
[00:24.93] | but just once in her life |
[00:27.61] | From the moment she left the nest |
[00:29.39] | she searched the longest leaf for a thorn tree |
[00:32.21] | never resting until she found one |
[00:36.04] | Then she began to sing |
[00:38.01] | more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth |
[00:43.37] | But carry away in the rapturous honor song |
[00:46.84] | she impaled herself on the longest, sharpest thorn |
[00:52.68] | As she was dying |
[00:54.94] | she rose above her own agony to |
[00:56.00] | out-sing even the lark and the nightingale. |
[01:00.80] | The thorn bird traded her life for that one song and |
[01:04.33] | the whole world was captured to listen |
[01:07.56] | And God, in His heaven smiles |
[01:13.63] | As her very best was brought out only of the cost of great pain |
[01:19.77] | Driven by the thorn, with no fear for her death to come |
[01:24.72] | But when we push the thorn into our breast |
[01:28.93] | We know… |
[01:30.69] | We understand… |
[01:32.68] | And still…we choose the pain of the thorn… |
[00:23.10] | Long Ago there was a bird who sang |
[00:24.93] | but just once in her life |
[00:27.61] | From the moment she left the nest |
[00:29.39] | she searched the longest leaf for a thorn tree |
[00:32.21] | never resting until she found one |
[00:36.04] | Then she began to sing |
[00:38.01] | more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth |
[00:43.37] | But carry away in the rapturous honor song |
[00:46.84] | she impaled herself on the longest, sharpest thorn |
[00:52.68] | As she was dying |
[00:54.94] | she rose above her own agony to |
[00:56.00] | outsing even the lark and the nightingale. |
[01:00.80] | The thorn bird traded her life for that one song and |
[01:04.33] | the whole world was captured to listen |
[01:07.56] | And God, in His heaven smiles |
[01:13.63] | As her very best was brought out only of the cost of great pain |
[01:19.77] | Driven by the thorn, with no fear for her death to come |
[01:24.72] | But when we push the thorn into our breast |
[01:28.93] | We know |
[01:30.69] | We understand |
[01:32.68] | And still we choose the pain of the thorn |
[00:23.10] | Long Ago there was a bird who sang |
[00:24.93] | but just once in her life |
[00:27.61] | From the moment she left the nest |
[00:29.39] | she searched the longest leaf for a thorn tree |
[00:32.21] | never resting until she found one |
[00:36.04] | Then she began to sing |
[00:38.01] | more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth |
[00:43.37] | But carry away in the rapturous honor song |
[00:46.84] | she impaled herself on the longest, sharpest thorn |
[00:52.68] | As she was dying |
[00:54.94] | she rose above her own agony to |
[00:56.00] | outsing even the lark and the nightingale. |
[01:00.80] | The thorn bird traded her life for that one song and |
[01:04.33] | the whole world was captured to listen |
[01:07.56] | And God, in His heaven smiles |
[01:13.63] | As her very best was brought out only of the cost of great pain |
[01:19.77] | Driven by the thorn, with no fear for her death to come |
[01:24.72] | But when we push the thorn into our breast |
[01:28.93] | We know |
[01:30.69] | We understand |
[01:32.68] | And still we choose the pain of the thorn |