Throw me up into the skies
So that I can taste the height
And let me fall to the Earth
So I can feel You catch me
This injured animal, so innocent
Is so scared of you
It doesn't understand the way You work
So it runs away
The other, though, sees refuge
And lets you carry it
Even not understanding
It knows You'll love forever
Help me to be
The person You planned
Help me to see
That I need You in me
So take this broken wing
And help me soar
Take my polluted heart
And make me new
Supernova
Make me explode
Make me implode
Make me pour out
Supernova
Fill me with grace
Fill me with love
Fill me with You
Let the blast show the world
That You are its Light
Let this new star
Shine for You
I'll run and fly
I'll sing and dance
I'll laugh and cry
With You by my side
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It was late at night and I was listening to Shawn McDonald, a christian singer. I thought about how God is like a person who takes care of a bird with a broken wing. Some birds don't want help, being scared, but others take it. It was really late and I tried to go back to bed but when I thought of the first stanza in my head, I had to write it down. And just to let you know, "nova" means "new" in portuguese. It's kind of a play on words in the poem.
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