Long Ago, there was a bird who sang but just once in her life.
From the moment she left the nest,
she searched the longest leaf for a thorn tree,
never resting until she found one.
Then she began to sing,
more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth.
But carry away in the rapturous honor song,
she impaled herself on the longest, sharpest thorn.
As she was dying,
she rose above her own agony to out-sing even the lark and the nightingale.
The thorn bird traded her life for that one song and
the whole world was captured to listen!
And God, in His heaven smiles~
As her very best was brought out only of the cost of great pain.
Driven by the thorn, with no fear for her death to come.
But when we push the thorn into our breast,
We know…
We understand…
And still…we choose the pain of the thorn……
传说中有一种鸟,
它毕生只歌唱一次,
但歌声却比世界上任何生灵的歌声都悦耳。
它一旦离巢去寻找荆棘树,
就要找到才肯罢休。
它把自己钉在最尖最长的荆刺上,
在蓁蓁的树枝间婉转啼鸣。
它超脱了垂死的剧痛,
歌声胜过百灵和夜莺。
一次绝唱,竟以生命为代价!
然而整个世界都屏息聆听,
就连天国里的上帝也开颜欢笑。
只有忍受极大的痛苦,
才能达到尽善的境界……
也许传说就是这样。