"the snare is broken"

Manchester, CT

On our walk this morning we stopped by a small lake, sat by the shore in the sun, and prayed. We're into the "psalms of ascent," which I believe were used as pilgrimage songs when people journeyed to Jerusalem for religious festivals.

These lines from Psalm 124 stood out for me this morning:

We have escaped as a bird
from the snare of the fowlers;
the snare is broken,
and we have escaped!

Our help is in the name of the Lord,
who made heaven and earth.