Joy

With my soul's wings crippled

I lay paralyzed under your heavens.

Heavy thoughts weighed on my heart

and left me restless,

craving final relief.

My desperate plea ascended to your ear

and moved your hand to reach down in compassion.

You brought quiet to my storm-tossed mind,

the waves ebbed away at your command.

At your nail-pierced feet I finally knelt

to come and trade my sins for purity,

my tears for laughter,

my wounds for healing,

my insecurities for confidence,

my ashes for beauty,

my past for hope,

my evanescence for eternity.

Now my heart rejoices in you,

I was given a new song of praise.

My soul sings and dances with joy,

for now I walk in perfect grace.

Do not grieve, for the joy of the Lord is your strength. - Nehemiah 8:10