The father of the run-away daughter believed he and his wife provided their daughter with all that should make her happy and comfortable at “golden” home.
My little bird flew away
Her where about
I do not know.
Fear of her safety and her welfare
Gripped my heart.
Hoping and praying
All is well with her.
My little bird flew away
Trapped, re-occurring habit
She could not sway.
Breaking her heart and mine
Outside alluring
Over her father’s love prevailed
Beating her wings against the cage
Eagerly longing to fly away.
My little bird flew away
Out of the secure and safety I know
Into the world unknown
Where evil predators
Prey on defenceless ones
Valiantly in vain I fought to keep her in.
As I fret and worried
The Spirit within calms me down
Let go and let God.
My little bird, fly; fly away
Spread your wings far and wide
Out of my sight but not out of my mind.
Out of my hands; not out of God’s hands
Into His everlasting arms I leave you.