Escaping Snares

A sadness sometimes snares my heart

And trickles past my smile,
But I know that, with faith filled heart,
I’ll break free in a while.
 
For there is no snare formed on earth
That holds the faith filled heart,
And any effort to do so
Is doomed before its start.
 
So, when I feel the snare snap tight,
I close my eyes and pray
To feel the faith fill up my heart
And then I slip away.
 
Psalm 124:7
We have escaped like a bird from the fowler’s snare; the snare has been broken, and we have escaped.