The music soars within the little lark
and the lark soars.
~Elizabeth Barrett Browning~
It's not the wings on an airplane that makes it fly, it's the fuel in the engine. Likewise it's not the wings on the bird that makes him fly but it's the music of creation that flows within him. So it is with us; it's not our arms, leg etc. that show us to be alive, but the music that God breathed into us with His breath of life that makes us sing.
Will you stand stooped shouldered on the ground singing the minor strains of regret and remorse? Or will you soar to the music of life written by the hand of God? JM