A little bird I am

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.

Nice poem


Maigo, Lanao Del Norte, Philippines

Praise the Lord

Elizabeth Malan

London, United Kingdom

I feel this is a Covid 19 song. May the Lord teach us in our confined spaces to find Him to be there with us.

He is so close to us, for if we sings to Him, He is not only with us in the cage but even inside of us. He is one with us- our Emanuel God with us!

Tim Ou

Austin, Texas, United States

I sit and sing to him who placed me there.


Teresópolis, Rio De Janeiro, Brazil

This hymn portraits the imprisonment experiences of M. Guyon and makes very well to remember when we're suffering for the Lord's sake. Maybe one day I pass through the same way too.


Esperance, New York, United States

Wow, so wonderful to hear this hymn. My son read it as a poem in school. I recognized her name and was delighted that it can be sung. Thank you for providing the music to hear it played.


浙江, China



Nova Iguaçu, Rio De Janeiro, Brazil

This hymn is wonderful!

I enjoyed it so much! Really we're prisoners in the Lord and we have the real liberty in Him.

"Well pleased a prisoner to be,

Because, my God, it pleaseth Thee".

This lines remembered me a verse that says: "I love my master, […] I will not go out free". (Exodus 21:5, King James Version)

How good is to be a prisoner in the Lord! Amen!


Nova Iguaçu, Rio De Janeiro, Brazil

The best cage that exist is our Lord. Praise the Lord.

Crystal Tafoya

Fort Collins, Colorado, United States

Oh little bird I am! Praise the Lord that we are little birds that He cares for. We give praise to Him! Praise the Lord!

Young people, no matter how long your trial may be, do not be disappointed. You need to recognize that your trial is of God. No one can be enthroned without being tried and tested. Although we like to be enthroned immediately, God would say, "The time is not yet. Do not talk to Me about enthronement. You need to be put into the dungeon." If you seek the Lord, the Lord will put you into a dungeon. Perhaps all who are around you—your wife, your children, the elders, and the brothers and sisters—intend to respect you; however, whatever they do only serves to put you into a dungeon. We have nothing to say about this. Without the dungeon, we cannot ascend to the throne. Do not be a dungeon dropout; stay in the dungeon until you graduate and receive the crown. You need the last two years.

Although I may have no intention of putting you in a dungeon and although you may have no intention of putting me in a dungeon, what actually happens is that we put one another into a dungeon. When you were married, did you intend to put your wife into a dungeon? Surely you had no such intention. But this is just what you have done. Unintentionally and unconsciously, we put others into a dungeon. My children have done this to me. Sometimes they tell me how much they love me, but within myself I say, "Your love puts me into a dungeon." Nevertheless, we need to say, "Hallelujah for the dungeon! Although I have been here for ten years, I need to stay another two years." Again I say, do not drop out of the dungeon. Stay there and stay there gloriously, with praises to the Lord, not with the gnashing of teeth.

Madame Guyon was one who could praise the Lord in her dungeon. She even wrote a poem in which she likened herself to a bird in a cage. Here is the first stanza:

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.

Madame Guyon grew to love her cage, which was her dungeon.