The Caged Bird Sings

Tell me, what's worse? Being a caged bird, or chained down to the ground? To be honest they both suck. Either way, they metaphorically stand for something. Is it worse to be chained down by your sins, or forbidden to fly free? To feel trapped, or to feel hopeless? The cage has a key, and so does the chain. For some reason, no one seems to open it. Almost like we're meant to be stuck. They don't trust us with freedom. But what is freedom if it leaves you with many chains binding you to the ground? Trick question.  We're never satisfied. We only want more, and once we get more, it's only more we want. If you eat too much candy, you'll just get cavities, enjoyment that's not good for you = consequences. Same goes for sin. Enjoyment of what is not good for you = consequences. And while I hate to see a bird in a cage, and would love to see it fly, I hate to think of the danger beyond the metal wires. So we're being protected, out of love? And as I hate to see someone motionless in chains, they brought it upon themselves  to choose imprisonment. Punishment to learn a lesson? Love and Justice. So, I guess I don't know what's worse, or if they're even so awful at all. They're meant to be used for our benefits. Tough love. God can set them both free, yes. But in two alternate realms of reality, we still happen to be in the chains and cages one way or another. Whether it's wishing you could walk amongst the world with no shame, or walking in shame amongst the world, you have a burden to carry. Once you get what you want, you have to deal with the suffering that comes with it. And when you want something you don't have, you have to deal with the constant urges, and desires. So you see, both have quite a battle to endure. And it's all because something called sin. Something I guess we're stuck with until the end. In the end, I guess we'll be set free. Not just set free into a world of despair, but into perfection. New life, new body, new mind. That's the key. For now, I'll sing in my cage, and rattle my chains, the music of life is what makes it okay.


We have escaped like a bird from the fowler's snare; the snare has been broken, and we have escaped.
Psalm 124:7