Joy

Joy is an emotion,
that creates visible commotion.

Fills and flows,
sorrow it overthrows.

Strength and force it has,
to subdue ocean, stone and all crass.

Selective about its choice,
deaf to the rebelling voice.

The heart leaps,
we smile even though we weep.

Mind seems free and brave,
heart again learns to crave.

Generous is its feel,
A gift; God's own seal.

The world seem small and clear,
the birth of dreams without fear.

Charged and geared we seem,
 we walk, glow and beam.

Oh Joy is so wonderful,
it makes life beautiful.

Teaching us to live in the now,
it is here and it's wow.

Healer it can be,
yesterday gone to the cleaner thankfully.

A new leaf is turned,
for those hurt and scorned.

Meant to be felt, not spoken,
God's gift, a happy token.

Once again hopes are grand and lit,
time has come to rise out of the pit.

Look around it's at the door,
for no one knows what God has in store.