Joy

 Joy comes to every household

Sorrow comes to every home

Some seem to have more than

Their share of either one

Sometimes joy can best be found

In quiet retrospect

And lessons only learned

In the fallout

In reflection we see how some storms

Have come upon us

Also, how we by our own

Decisions have chosen to stand outside

And shout at the storm

To make it stop

Instead of seeking shelter

In the safety of His arms

and waiting for the sun to shine again

Joy is a decision- Sorrow is an emotion

That will come and go

Joy lives under the surface of emotions

It flows as a river of peace

Under the elements of

Wind, rain, snow and hot sunshine

It is alive in the heartbeat of every believer

Joy is the Blood of the Lamb

Coursing through our veins

Joy is sane in the midst of insanity

Joy makes no sense to natural eyes

It believes the unbelievable

It is calm in the midst of Chaos

Joy, it is sweet rest in the arms of Jesus

by Tamara Bernal 2012

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