| I'm like a bird A coward in my cage Free to fly away But I'd rather stay Pick my feathers Make me bleed And in the end when you're done Could you please, please kill me |
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| Like a Bird by Jennifer Osterlund |
| This poem was written after a sermon I heard down in Venezuela on a Missions trip. We are the birds, and Christ has set us free, yet we still choose to coward in our cages, and let the devils pick at us, and if we stay there long enough it'll kill us. |