The Lord’s Joy

The Lord’s joy Is my strength. He persuades my heart By gentleness. His mercy is a fountain Of inner mirth, Springing up in all seasons, To temper my sorrow, To pour oil into my wounds, To salt my friendships And to delight the Father, Who sees me Running after His Son, And dancing with David’s … Continue reading →

That Man, Job

That man, Job, That sad man, Job, That mad man, Job, That angry man, That suffering and troubled soul, Behold my man, Job. Have we not all been there? Why, O Lord? Am I not well-meaning, One of the good guys, A nice person? Why must the Cross Touch my life? Am I not Like … Continue reading →