From "The Sovereignty of God"

by A.W. Pink:


Some two hundred years ago the saintly Madame Guyon, after ten years spent in a dungeon lying far below the surface of the ground, and lit only by a candle at meal-times, wrote these words,

A little bird I am,
Shut from the fields of air;
Yet 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.

Nought 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,
Whose Providence I love;
And in Thy mighty will to find
The joy, the freedom of the mind.