My Joy Comes

I had a rather hard-working afternoon yesterday for an old lady and was sure I would wake up this morning feeling sore and tired. I was tired but still joyful. No matter how old I get, I can still find joy. With humor, honor, and glory. I must say God is old too, even “older than dirt.” Why not? He created the dirt, the world, me, and all that is in it. He created life and the things that give us joy. 

 

 My Joy Comes

 

My joy springs from the Lord.

He lives!

He reigns and gives and gives.

My joy comes from:

The breath-taking beauty at the onset of the sunset;

The colorful rainbow arch across the sky in which I spy;

Stars in the night-a zipper forming the big and little dipper.

The Lord shows He lives!

Always, He gives.

My joy comes from: 

A fresh mowed lawn kept green with morning’s dewy dawn;

Merry songs from chirping birds although I know not their words;  

The peace from an easy flowing river in which only God can deliver.

Joy is in my heart when I see:

A butterfly flapping its wings in the Spring;

Raindrops watering dried crops;

The voice of God, heard when my mind is confused and blurred.

My joy comes, and my heart hums.

I’m in awe of what God has done for me under the sun.

Yet,

Pleasures do not compare under the sun to what will be done

When I reach Heaven’s home where I will roam.

Until then, I delight in what He gives,

But, more so, because He lives!

 

Mary Crisp Jameson  9/22/2023

 

“Let Israel rejoice in Him that made him; let the children of Zion be joyful in their King. Let them praise His name in the dance: let them sing praises unto Him with the timbrel and harp. For the Lord taketh pleasure in His people: He will beautify the meek with salvation.”  Psalm 149: 2-4 KJV