Birdcage Mirror, Red Robin @ Anthropologie.com
A little bird I am,
Shut from the fields of air;
And in my cage I sit and sing
To Him who place me there;
Well pleased a prisoner to be,
Because, my God, it pleases Thee.
My cage confines me round;
Abroad I cannot fly;
But though my wing is closely bound,
My heart's at liberty.
My prison walls can not control
The flight, the freedom of my soul.
Oh, it is good to soar
These bolts and bars above,
To Him whose purpose I adore,
Whose providence I love:
And in thy mighty will to find
2 comments:
Amy, this is such a beautiful expression of one who loves God with her whole heart. I read a book by Madame Guyon a few years ago, and it was a tremendous blessing to me. Her walk with God is extraordinary - so deep, so real. Thank you for sharing.
I hope you are doing well. I have been a little out of touch because my son and his sweet little family have been with us for a week. They left directly after church this morning (sigh).
Many blessings to you.
Love In Christ Jesus,
Andrea
Happy Happy Birthday my friend! If you were still on FB I would send you a bouquet of flowers...but this will have to suffice. Hope you have a wonderful day and a blessed year.
Love,
Stacey :):)
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