A POEM OF THANKSGIVING: JOY COMES IN THE MORNING




 Cactus Plants on my Kitchen Bay Window

 

JOY COMES IN THE MORNING

A POEM OF THANKSGIVING

AND REJOICING IN HIS PROMISE

Lord, You have turned my mourning into dancing

My night into the sweet glow of

Moonlight

You’ve touched my life with the might of your

Healing hand

And comforted my soul in the desert

Lord, when I walked through briar and thistle you guided my way

And lifted me close to your heart to breathe your sweet

Presence

My soul sings your praise for directing me God-ward

And upward

I am content to look toward heaven and to know the

Strength of your promise

It is you, oh God, my Portion, my Redeemer, my Joy

Who breathes new life into each new day

Stay with me as I grow old and await your return.

carol a. castagna copyright October 2012

ISAIAH 55: 12 AND 13      

“FOR YE SHALL GO OUT WITH JOY, AND BE LED FORTH WITH PEACE; THE MOUNTAINS AND THE HILLS SHALL BREAK FORTH BEFORE YOU INTO SINGING AND ALL THE TREES OF

THE FIELD SHALL CLAP THEIR HANDS.

         INSTEAD OF THE THORN SHALL COME UP THE FIR TREE, AND INSTEAD OF THE BRIER SHALL   COME   UP THE MYRTLE TREE; AND IT SHALL BE TO THE LORD FOR A NAME, FOR AN EVERLASTING SIGN THAT SHALL NOT BE CUT OFF.