A Bird
My soul’s like a bird that was stuck in a snare
But lo! My dear God has released me from there
He strengthened me–gently He taught me to fly
And through His kind care, now I sail through the sky
I’m free now, and won’t be a captive again
For He has redeemed me from what life has been
And just like a bird, I have music to sing
With harmony joyous, I worship my King
I can’t help but sing with my Savior so near
The people of earth all my praises shall hear
My God’s my provider; He gives me my needs
The sparrow He sees and the ravens He feeds
Although my small nest must be made on this earth
The heaven’s my home, and the world’s of no worth
The wind of His Spirit shall guide where I go
It leads me to places that I didn’t know
He’s calling me higher–toward heaven above
I keep flying toward Him, sustained by His love
One day I’ll fly higher, and heaven I’ll see
I’ll fly to my Savior, eternally free
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