Prisoners at Home, Part 2

A few years ago, I re-read a favorite book from my youth: Jack and Jill by Louisa May Alcott. Parts of it had more meaning than ever before as I understood what it was like for "Jill" to be bed-ridden and cut off from her previous life of activity.

The following song in the book caught my eye, so I snapped a photo which recently resurfaced.

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 pleases Thee!

Naught 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.