Still He bends to hear us sing

Around 300 years ago, the saintly Madame Guyon was imprisoned in the Bastille for her faith. For seven years, she was in a cell lying below the surface of the ground, with no light other than candle light. While imprisoned, she wrote the poem ‘A Prisoners Song’. Here are the first two verses;

A little bird I am,
Shut 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.

Naught have I else to do:
I sing the whole day long;
And He Whom I most love to please
Doth listen to my song:
He caught and bound my wandering wing;
But still He bends to hear me sing.

Whatever we face, wherever we are, still He bends to hear us sing.