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.

Let Your Lower Lights Be Burning