Bird in A Cage
To all that suffers from depression, Are has Suffered
I’m a bird in this cage, yes a bird, with a massive wing span that goes far beyond this small length of prison bars. Sometimes I have the chance to depart from this cage, But I cannot fly, from this heavy weight of poverty . So I return to this cage, with only “Dreams and Memories” to perch upon. As I stair out in the distance of this cage, I see “Ever So Many” birds flying high and free, I see some fighting in the skies, and sadly watch them fall to the ground below, They have taken there freedom for granted, So freedom took back its gift, As they crumble in there demise. Others prefer to walk, instead of flying. I believe that some of them forgot how to fly, While others were just afraid to let go, From there “Lack of Faith”……And then there are those, Who “Give” meaning and purpose for there freedom of flight, Majestic, as I gaze upon there every move, It’s as if they have total peace, From there humble devotion of “Sweet Surrender”… “They Appear” out of nowhere and fade away just as fast, I wonder, Where there Faith and freedom in Jesus Christ will take and guide them next? I fall back, with envy and a dash of Jealousy, Then after I marinate in pity, I transcend to this morbid state of becoming “Numb”, I take “No Pleasure” in this state of captivity, But yet, ” I Remain” I continue to survive, faith and hope, And the “Blessed Assurance” From Jesus Christ, Provide the “Spiritual Nourishment” from “Day To Day “My Faith, Hope, And Grace, Assures “My Heart, Mind, And spirit that the “heavy door”of this cage, Will open soon, And this cage “will crumble” before me! And when that day comes, And I’m flying “Forever High” I will remember where I used to be, And all of the trials I “Overcame” and still “To This Day”overcome Threw the strength of The“Holy Spirit” And I also Give thanks And “Much Praise” to “My Savior” Jesus Christ, With Humility, I continue to fly, Never going beyond my limit, Without Christ Flying beside me. ( Mark E. McGraw)
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I was "Feeling Rather" down the day I wrote this, But Hope was still "Burning, Ever so Faint, Inside the wall of my Spirit
