Wednesday, August 7, 2024

Like Trees Along the Shore


The Lord is my Shepherd
I shall not want.
Ps.23:1



Joy, in its finest form
Pales in the light of Want
Contentment takes the heart by storm
And trumps the tempter’s taunt

Want’s vice is full of ways
To vex the virtuous prayer
Contentment fills the heart with praise
And joy beyond compare

Though life is full of grief
(love’s groaning intercourse)
Joy is its Comforter and Chief
As we trust in its Source

True joy is not the fruit
Of much accruing more
But grows, as love for God takes root
Like trees along the shore

© Janet Martin

Rom.15:13
May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace 
as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope
by the power of the Holy Spirit.




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