Caged Freedom

A little bird I am,

Shut from the fields of air;

Yet in my cage I sit and sing

To Him who placed me there;

Well pleased a prisoner to be,

Because, my God, it pleaseth Thee.

Not have I else to do;

I sing the whole day long;

And He whom most I love to please,

Doth listen to my song;

He caught and bound my wandering wing

But still He bends to hear me sing.

My cage confines me round;

Abroad I cannot fly;

But though my wing is closely bound,

My heart's at liberty.

My prison walls cannot control

The flight, the freedom of the soul.

Ah; it is good to soar

These bolts and bars above,

To Him whose purpose I adore,

Who's Providence I love;

And in Thy mighty will to find

The joy, the freedom of the mind.

~ Madame Guyon

taken from The Sovereignty of God by A.W.Pink