The cutting edge of the sword is swift
Its stroke is deadly and its shadow is strong
But a shadow is all it is
It is only a fleeting, flailing flame
Fooling itself into believing that it will last
Take joy this lovely day
Joy that is more than happiness
Joy that takes root in the soul
And grows through the failing pores
Joy that lends strength
It is the joy of the Lord, I speak of
The day is weak,
But he overcomes
Our tears our strong
But his tears were of blood and yet he lives
Our hearts ache, but his bled out
He died, but lives still today
Our sin was great, but his innocence was greater
Friend, be encouraged
Take my hand upon this narrow path
I may fail you, but He will not
And He is with me
As he is with you
Let His Spirit anointment you with his joy
Joy
Find Joy, everlasting, in Him
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