A Little Bird I Am, Madame Guyon

Madame Guyon was a 17th century French mystic and Quietist, nevertheless the following poem (written in one of her imprisonments?) is a beautiful declaration of submission to the sovereign providence of God (HT-Carl Kalberkamp):
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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One response to this post.

  1. Posted by Craig Stockmeier on May 6, 2014 at 10:51 pm

    That’s a beautiful coda to Paul and Silas’s singing, per Sunday morning.

    Reply

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