It doesn't come with signs posted in 17 different colors, money spent or even time given. It doesn't parade itself around. It doesn't mime with a clown. It's not on the comedy channel or in a comic strip. It is deeper than that...
It comes quietly, like a fragrance. It lands softly, like a dove. It poses no demands, but gives it's own direction. It roots itself in a tender heart that is given up to God.
It is a gentle knowing, like holding hands. It offers itself with hope, and expands with every glance at Him. It comes in Him, in relationship with Him. It loves continually, and gives itself expression, no matter what the circumstance.
Joy comes softly, tenderly, and wraps itself around the giving heart.
Call His name. He comes with joy. Answer Him in the secret places of the night. He is waiting for you, your God, your friend.
It comes quietly, like a fragrance. It lands softly, like a dove. It poses no demands, but gives it's own direction. It roots itself in a tender heart that is given up to God.
It is a gentle knowing, like holding hands. It offers itself with hope, and expands with every glance at Him. It comes in Him, in relationship with Him. It loves continually, and gives itself expression, no matter what the circumstance.
Joy comes softly, tenderly, and wraps itself around the giving heart.
Call His name. He comes with joy. Answer Him in the secret places of the night. He is waiting for you, your God, your friend.
