Dedicated for a friend. And to those who may need it.
Joy!
No pestilence lurking in the darkest hour,
Nor any plague that attacks at midday,
Will come between you and your joy
Countless droughts in the desert,
And much unrest in the valley,
Cannot drench any of your joy inside of you
Many shall come to inquire,
What is already yours,
This is all you’ll need to say:
When the light pushes through,
Seeking nothing but your heart,
You come to find His joy
The devil has lost the battle,
He can’t hold back the dawning
Weeping may endure for the night, but joy is going to come in the morning
Wandering with a purpose 