The Joy of the Lord is
my strength.
It’s children laughing,
It’s dancing when everyone’s watching,
and not caring in the least.
It’s quiet prayers.
It’s outraged cries for justice.
It’s stolen passports causing team unity.
It’s generosity beyond ability.
It’s letting go and watching things spiral out of my own
control and into omniscient hands.
It’s trials turned into perseverance,
scars turned into medals of honor.
It’s shame turned into significance,
guilt turned into grace,
and shackles into wings.
The Joy of the Lord cannot be contained in a
single moment, event, sound or image;
No, it abounds within us and around us all,
surpassing our deepest pains and
shouting over our greatest fears.
The Joy of the Lord is
our strength.
