Joy in the Morning

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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 




Praying Through The Storm

We’re passing through the storm,
Beloved of God.
Jesus is on board our battered ship,
speaking peace to stormy winds
and troubled hearts.

We’re pressing through the storm,
Child of God.
Jesus, our captain and navigator
controls the winds of change,
and has a sure destination in mind.

We’re praying through the storm,
Beloved of Christ.
He sees and knows when teardrops fall;
and He’s taking us to
the other side of the storm.


He calmed the storm to a whisper and
stilled the waves. What a blessing was that stillness, as He
brought them safely into harbor. Psalm 107:29,30 NLT

Looking to the Glory

Looking to the Glory
watercolor by Dorothy Jean Bryars

How could it be,
most precious
Passover Lamb of God,
slain before the foundation
of the world?
Your body and blood was
enough to forgive my sins
and restore me back 
to fellowship with God.

How could it be Lord Jesus?
Death could not hold you
in that grave.
You arose from the dead,
and ascended back to
the Father, where you
now live to make
intercession for me.


Eternal God who spoke the world into being,
How could it be?
You stooped down to my level,
looked into my eyes
and said,
“My child I love you, and it was
for you I died.”

And in my heart, Truth whispers—
Love’s full redemption price was paid
in full through the grace of
 our Lord Jesus Christ.
Our loving Kinsman Redeemer. 

Have a Blessed Easter as you look to the glory
of the Cross and Resurrection. 

For God says, “At just the right time, I heard you,,
On the day of salvation, I helped you.” 
Indeed the right time is now. 
Today  is the day of salvation. 2 Corinthians 6:2