Away with every idol!
In my cage
from the Inner Life of Ruth Bryan)
"He will take these weak mortal bodies of ours and
change them into glorious bodies like His own."
There has been, indeed--but a step between me
and death. But here am I, still fettered in clay,
and my soul still encaged in the wires of mortality.
But through them beams the glory of the better
country, and the loveliness of my Beloved. And
though yet in my cage, I
love and worthy praise, for the dear Comforter
has tuned my heart. How to recount the Lord's
mercies I know not, they have been so beautifully
unfolded in this affliction.