A PRISONER SET FREE TO SING… A wonderful lady from the past, Madame Guyon, wrote lots of encouraging poems and other pieces of literature from her prison cell where she spent most of her life for her witness. Those were days when prison cells were usually holes in a wall, cold, dark, and yet she had incredible faith in her God to always be there with her…and He was! “ A little bird am I, shut out 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. Nought 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 wondering wing, But still He bends to hear me sing. My cage confines me round; Abroad I cannot fly; But though my wing is closely bound, my heart’s at liberty. My prison walls cannot control the flight, the freedom of my soul.” The presence of God hallows every place it touches…