BY: Madam Guyon
Madam Guyon many years ago was a French noblewoman who was thrown into prison on trumped up charges by jealous church officials. She was a very open witness for Christ and the Gospel to all. She stayed in her dungeon for some ten years, but she wrote some of the most beautiful poems during that time of confinement. This was one of them, and she wrote:
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 pleases Thee. Naught have I else to do; I sing the whole day long; And He whom most I love to please, Does listen to my song; He caught and He 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. Oh! It is good to soar These bolts and bars above, To Him whose purpose I adore, Whose providence I love, And in His mighty will to find by Madame Guyon!