The Joy of the Lord resounds in my heart,
When I think of His love-filled deed,
On the cross, when He tore my sins far from me –
On the day He tore the curtain apart.
The Joy of the Lord makes my soul rest in peace,
When I give Him my troubled mind,
When I think of the day when my Lord healed the blind,
And the day He calmed raging seas.
The Joy of the Lord stirs hope in my soul
When I think of the world soon to be,
When I ponder on Heaven and all I will see,
On that day when death’s gone and we’re home.
The Joy of the Lord is honed in these trials,
While we’re walking on earth’s surface still.
May these days conform our mind and our will –
Help us count it “all joy” and “worthwhile”.
Count it all joy, my brothers
when you meet trials of various kinds,
for you know that the testing of your faith
And let steadfastness have its full effect, that you may be perfect and complete,
lacking in nothing.
Pictures and Poetry by Heidi Viars, November 2015