With a steeple
It is so sad to think of the whole concept of a birdcage.
It is essentially a decorative prison.
A way to trap a beautiful creature.
A way to cage a delightful song.
No room to spread your wings.
Sitting prettily above a pile of filth
“The tumult of my thoughts
Doth but increase my woe;
My spirit languishes, my heart
Is desolate and low.”
“Turn, turn thee to my soul;
Bring thy salvation near;
When will thy hand release my feet
Out of the deadly snare?”
The Snare of the Fowler
Here is some information about the history of fowling:
The fowler would sprinkle some corn on the ground near the trap he set. Then, when the bird ate the corn, the trap would spring and a net would fly over the bird and capture it.
Often in biblical days, a fowler would sew a captured bird’s eyelids together and keep it caged. That way its cries would attract large numbers of birds. The sound of the bird’s despair would pique other birds’ curiosity, and when they came to investigate, they also would be snared. (Wilkerson)
Deceit, promise, curiosity . . .
The fowler, the enemy.
“Satan, the fowler, who betrays
Unguarded souls a thousand ways.”
Sometimes he uses wicked men.
To trap, seduce, entice, tempt . . . or control, intimidate, and trap
The Soul Ensnared
Old Master Quarles says,
“The close pursuer’s busy hands do plant
Snares in thy substance; snares attend thy want;
Snares in thy credit; snares in thy disgrace;
Snares in thy high estate; snares in thy base;
Snares tuck thy bed; and snares surround thy board;
Snares watch thy thoughts; and snares attach thy words;
Snares in thy quiet; snares in thy commotion;
Snares in thy diet; snares in thy devotion;
Snares lurk in thy resolves, snares in thy doubt;
Snares lie within thy heart, and snares without;
Snares are above thy head, and snares beneath;
Snares in thy sickness, snares are in thy death.”
There is not a place beneath which a believer walks that is free from snares. Behind every tree there is the Indian with his barbed arrow; behind every bush there is the lion seeking to devour; under every piece of grass there lieth the adder. Everywhere they are. Let us be careful; let us gird ourselves with the might of God’s omnipotence, and then shall his Holy Spirit keep us, so that we shall tread on the lion and the adder, the young lion and the dragon shall we trample under our feet, and we shall be “delivered from the snare of the fowler.”(Spurgeon)
But God is a Deliverer
“Amidst a thousand snares I stand,
Upheld and guarded by thy hand.”
“Surely he shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler” Ps. 91
He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust.” A wonderful expression! Had it been invented by an uninspired man it would have verged upon blasphemy, for who should dare to apply such words to the Infinite Jehovah? But as he himself authorised yea, dictated the language, we have here a transcendent condescension, such as it becomes us to admire and adore. Doth the Lord speak of his feathers, as though he likened himself to a bird? Who will not see herein a matchless love, a divine tenderness, which should both woo and win our confidence? Even as a hen covereth her chickens so doth the Lord protect the souls which dwell in him; let us cower down beneath him for comfort and for safety. Hawks in the sky and snares in the field are equally harmless when we nestle so near the Lord. (Treasury of David)
“Our soul is escaped as a bird out of the snare of the fowlers: the snare is broken, and we are escaped.” Psalm 124:7
Rest assured, beloved – God will deliver you! No matter what your failure, your hardship, your trap, He is on your side. Just stand still and see His salvation. Even if you’re weak, you can cry out to Him. He promises to come and tear the net away!
He has come to bring you out of your despair – to break the snare that binds you, and set you free. (Wilkerson)