Mocking bird singing through my window Pecking at the seeds of my sweet smelling flowers Hopping up the vines of the wall, He hums my mistake again Tranquil rest of the leaves is taken by the wind of His wings His freeness is my cage Never able to feel His beauty fully Only an empty glimpse One day, He says I will show you And you will be amazed Doubting Heβs even really here I continue existing until He comes again in a little way And I pause to see His trueness