"A little bird I am,
Shut from the field 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.
My cage confines me round,
Abroad I cannot fly,
But though my wing is closely bound
My soul is at liberty;
For prison walls cannot control
The flight, the freedom of the soul.
I have learnt to love the darkness of sorrow, there you see the brightness of His face."
-Madame Guyon
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