A little bird I am- By Madame Guyon

1. A little bird I am,
     Shut from the fields of air,
   And 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.

2. 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.
3. Thou hast an ear to hear
     A heart to love and bless;
   And though my notes were e'er so rude,
     Thou wouldst not hear the less;
   Because Thou knowest as they fall,
   That love, sweet love, inspires them all.
4. My cage confines me round;
     Abroad I cannot fly;
   But though my wing is closely bound,
     My heart's at liberty;
   For prison walls cannot control
   The flight, the freedom of the soul.
5. O 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.

Madame Guyon