“A little bird I am,Shut from the fields of air,And in my cage I sit and singTo 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 pleaseDoth listen to my song,He caught and bound my wandering wing,But still He bends to hear me sing.” By Louisa May… Continue reading Fe’nix