Dedicated for a friend. And to those who may need it.


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


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