A Willing Prisoner, Am I
A Willing Prisoner, Am I
I have never felt like 'a captive' with my Lord
I'm his 'willing child' - Him I've always adored
When he gave of himself, for one, such as me
I love him - I would follow. His I'll always be
He accepts me, I am His, after so long a time,
He finally accepts seals his spirit inside mine
No-one had to show me, He himself freed me
I'm bound - I'm 'His willing prisoner', you see
As Jesus bound my heart with everlasting love
Salvation became mine, from our Father above
Signed, sealed, delivered - I belong. He's adored
Seems forever, I have loved him, Jesus my Lord
See? Jesus did it all, he once hung bled and died
For this old Jenny Wren, God's son is crucified,
Freely, long ago I relinquished self to my lord
In mutual love and understanding I'm adored
He has sufficed me, since nineteen sixty seven
as I have seen and felt, my first glimpse of heaven
None other would, I never, ever follow
Jesus filling the cavity in my heart, so hollow
My old heart now stays 'loaded' from above
Bursts forth over others, in Blessings of Love
People become treasures in your seeking too
Imprisoned by God's love - binds by loving you.
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Ephesians 4:1
I therefore, the prisoner of the Lord, beseech you that ye walk worthy of the vocation wherewith ye are called,
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The Prisoner
One of the kids asked me on the net about a little pet mouse in a cage - did it get lonely, and want to leave?
He was wondering so I gave him my reply,
As I sit in my room, I look around me. I have all of my needs met, just as that mouse does.
I have many friends who visit with me,
I may be dying but isn't everyone?.
These four walls do not a prison make,
I am like old Paul and Silas in the jail of their own making. They sang songs of praise and suddenly the doors flew open and their chains fell off. But did they escape? No.no!
When one is confined inside of a prison, the mind and spirit is free to roam into the memory cushion of our minds.
We find treasure there, ahhh precious memories to recall and relive and enjoy, again and again. They grow sweeter with each viewing, it seems. You stop and close your eyes and now (you keeping them closed) look out into all of that empty space, that blackness out there. It is humongous, scary looking. I picture it as God and how he must have first seen it and I shout "light ,let there be light!" (and the light came and it was good). Thank God we can see.
We can read, travel the world over and never leave the four walls. The TV can take us into outer space. We can witness many celestial sights, planets erupting, the sun in all of its burning and wonder, that it has never burnt up, from the beginning, of time. A big fire for thousands of years.
Wow! What a fire.
There are people sitting right here, thinking that there is no hell. Even when God speaks so often of it, warns of it. Oh my, what does it have to take to awaken the few day-dreamers?
I have had people come when I live alone. They would get all fidgety and say, " Boy, it sure is quiet here. Don't you get lonely here all alone?” (So called alone.)
"Why child, I am never alone. I have my Father here with me. He is just a prayer away. I can even whisper, or simply think of Him and he is right here inside of me. He hears me. Naw, I am never alone day or night. ........never.
We talk, he teaches me. I write. Why child, I love to write of my Lord, and I love him better than honey with butter on hot biscuits!
"Nay, I am never lonely," I warned them (I have to laugh at their nervousness.) "Now, don't you go feeling sorry for; this old jenny wren,” I say. “She is never alone, never!"
Then, as they are leaving, I wished them to return and talk some time, if they had time and a need, or if they just needed me to help them pray. I was ready." I reassured them. I was still here... same way as I am now at my daughters house.
No Phil, your mouse is not lonely or wishing to escape out of the safety of his cage.
The mouse is safe there with you, as his 'master'. I just feel he is content.
It is 'you' doing all of this thinking of escaping, sir.
While this mouse is doing "all the living in contentment."
He has the security and the enjoyment of his home. Every need is furnished for him and he is protected. Why would he ever want to leave? (But that is the way it is with a master and his charge.)
"While you, as the 'master of the house", do all of the worrying.
That mouse has gone and totally depended upon you. Do not ever let it down son.
That Mouse knows a good thing when he has it."
"God would not ever let me down, you see?
I trust him..............
Just as that little mouse trusts you. For its every need, even cleaning him, feeding,and even cleaning.up. If he steps in the dung of his own discharge, he might reprimand, but he still loves you anyhow."
"I trust my faith in God, just as that tiny mouse is trusting you , kiddo."
When the mouse dies; that is the end of the mouse,
Ahhh but not so with me and God,
God will release me and I shall sail away to his home,.
away from this earth,,,..................
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Dear Lord, when the times of this life are over, I pray that the time of rest for this old body of mine is given to me. I grow weary of this place and all of its tests and trials. It makes for not very good living anymore. I am ready when you are, Lord. Just beam me up!
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jenny wren