stuck in a tiny metal cage waiting for someone to set them free.
an image of the pure beauty that was created, locked up for our pleasure,
to admire and to shame.
white feathers coated in dust and darkness,
where did it all go wrong?
who is to blame for this insanity?
"all that you want, i have," he says,
but he can never have all that they need.
admiring from the inside of steel bars, the picture of the great green and blue serene, always to admire but never to encounter again.
they are like prisoners, trapped in the confines of the jail he shamelessly created based on lies, deceit and manipulation,
and helplessly they became prey.
in a little metal cage, they gaze at was, and what could've been if their hearts had only fell into Your comforts.
vulnerable and exposed they wait for the day You come to open the tiny gate separating them from life.
and when the birds finally go free,
You will be there, in triumph, watching in joy and love,
giving them the peace that You are.
there will always be wants, but You are all that they need.
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳,
𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘶𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦.