While dwelling in this prison-house of flesh,
And bound by limitations of its clay,
My longing spirit waits to take its flight
To realms beyond this little life and day.
My spirit used to beat against the bars
And long for freedom from this dreary cell,
Until one day a tender dove found room
Within my heart and settled there to dwell.
This Guest who shares this prison-house with me
Has come to tell me of a home above,
And daily makes me ready for that place,
And tells me secret things of One I love.
He is so very quiet in His ways,
By gentle wooing He has won my heart.
My lonely cell would be a cheerless place
Had He not liberty in every part.
And when the prison-door shall open swing,
He will not flee and leave me here to roam,
For I could never find my Father’s house­—
Together we shall make the flight back home.