Dear Friend, This poem came to me years ago, while I was at the seashore for a personal retreat in Ocean City, New Jersey. I got dressed early one morning and walked the short distance to the boardwalk, arriving just as the sun was rising over the ocean. Moments later I sat down on a large rock near water’s edge; my eyes feasting on the never-ending waves crashing against the rocks along the shoreline.
The scene before my awestruck eyes was a picture of God’s never-ending love crashing through the walls of my barren heart. It wasn’t long before the words of this poem filled the pages of my journal, echoing the new found joy I had long awaited.
Joy in the morning, How I welcome Your Presence. Jesus . . . Sweet Rose of Sharon, Joy of my life.
Joy at noontime, Your presence always welcomed, Giving strength from above. Jesus . . . You are my Joy!
Joy in the evening, Your presence lingers still, While I wait in silence, You whisper . . . “Peace be still. “
Joy at nighttime, Sweet communion with the Lord. Darkness and light are alike to you. Jesus . . . Joy of my nights!
Joy of my Beloved . . . your love is endless, filling the earth as the waters cover the sea. It just keeps coming, coming towards me. This Joy . . . filling, and infusing new life, boundless and free.
Weeping may endure for the night, but Joy comes in the morning. Psalm 30:5
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