Saturday, December 27, 2014

The Joy-bells of the Heart

I was mourning the passing of a season of song-favorites when it struck me; the joy of the Lord is not a season...Clap your hands, all you nations; shout to God with cries of joy. Ps. 47:1

The joy-bells of the heart
Need no season to ring
The Message of God’s love imparts
Hope’s ageless offering

While winnowing of air
Sweeps seasons to Past’s deep
God’s kind and tender loving care
Will never wane or sleep

...but peals from age to age
From hour unto hour
Where time’s incessant turning page
Can never dim its pow’r

But like an angel-choir
Filling the atmosphere
God’s mercy-message guides desire
And quells dark doubt and fear

The joy bells of the heart
In humble gladness ring
As melodies of hope impart
Worship to Christ the King

© Janet Martin

Aren't you glad the joy of Christmas is not simply a season?!



  1. Such a lovely poem, I love it, Janet - The joy-bells of heart are for every season!
    Blessings to your Christmas & Happy New Year to you :)


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