Joy

Joy breaks upon my heart,
And the clouds begin to part.
In a stupor I start to fade,
The love You show is art.

One moment I would not trade,
Or let anyone persuade,
That I'd escape from You.
For all the times I've strayed.

How could this be so true?
A love known to the very few.
How can this be my fate?
You've made me to be new.

No longer bound by hate,
God's love for us is still great,
Greater than our pitiful state.
Hope and joy will not be late.

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