I hear those birds
sing happy tunes, every morning. I see them fly out to the sky and back to rest
on roof tiles and tree branches. And away they go again to where their wings
lead them.
Happy.
Free.
These ones I see,
they’re beautifully robed with their coloured feathers. Their pretty little
toys hanging around them. A tiny hut is a cosy shelter. Yet, I don’t hear them
sing. I hear scream. No gentle chirp but a loud beep. The longer I stay close,
the sound becomes disturbing. And, I can see why.
Cage. There is no
sky to stretch it’s wings to fly. No one sees it’s real state. After all it’s
just a pet, admired for it’s beauty. There is no need to see it fly by and away.
Aren’t there many
of us in the same state?
Deceived by beauty
and admiration. Trapped.
Hurt but no one
knows.
Broken but no one
sees.
Cry out for help
but no one hears.
And long for
someone to know we’re hurt.
For someone to see
we’re broken.
For someone to
hear our cries.
He knows our
hurts.
He sees us broken.
He hears us cry for
help.
He will help us be
free.
Jesus is the truth that set us free. John 14:6
He offers life in its fullness. John 10:10
No traps or cages.
But freedom, full of grace and truth, glorifying and life-sustaining.
There is still time
to soar the heights and experience joy.
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