Freedom in Prison by Madame Guyon

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
The joy, the freedom of the mind.
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3 Responses to Freedom in Prison by Madame Guyon

  1. I am preparing a booklet on “Learning to Suffer God’s Way.” The booklet will be included in an international ministry offering that will reach out to those who are suffering throughout the world for various reasons.

    I am including Madame Guyon’s poem, Freedom in Prison, as shown above. To give an accurate citation and, as needed, a permission use statement, I need to know who holds the copyright to this poem, or is it in the public domain? Can you give such a permission? You early response is appreciated. Thank you.

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