This poem is one I wrote some time ago, when a friend of mine had a baby in the ICU with two collapsed lungs. It was a tough time and yet, in the middle of the night I woke up and jotted down these lines in about 5 minutes time.
What is happiness compared to the Joy of the Lord
In this world any happy moment can be cut by a sword
The only true happiness comes from the One who hung the stars
The everlasting Father brings joy and is never harsh
He is loving, kind, patient and all we should be
Instead we often take for granted how easy life can be
Satan has permission to sift us like sand
Troubles and struggles hides the joy as it can
Be grateful for the Lord brings joy and mercy and love
And His Holy Spirit as soft as a dove.
Blessings in Christ