Joy
When my joy is tied to things,
They soon leave me high and dry.
Money, without warning, sprouts wings
And with it, security flies.
When my joy is tied to family,
They quite often let me down.
So many irritants and peeves,
So many excuses to frown.
When my joy is tied to romance,
It runs short from time to time.
Too little perfection is man's,
Too much dissatisfaction is mine.
But when my eyes are fixed on You,
Then my strength is Your joy:
Which no sorrow could undo;
Though struck down, can't be destroyed.
They soon leave me high and dry.
Money, without warning, sprouts wings
And with it, security flies.
When my joy is tied to family,
They quite often let me down.
So many irritants and peeves,
So many excuses to frown.
When my joy is tied to romance,
It runs short from time to time.
Too little perfection is man's,
Too much dissatisfaction is mine.
But when my eyes are fixed on You,
Then my strength is Your joy:
Which no sorrow could undo;
Though struck down, can't be destroyed.
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