There is a Joy that’s pure and sweet
Laced with love and quickened feet.
Joy that comes in presence full
When Thy Christ is holy ruled..
If a void of Him ensues
Where sin has built a nest of smooth.
Laziness to watch and pray
Joy will flee another day.
Foxes creep and cause mishap
Darkened glass covers heart’s lap
Deal in secret place with God
Let Him sanctify your heart.
O what’s missed yet never seen
When thy sin has captured thee
Left undone and free to roam
Smothers joy from Heaven’s throne.
Hear Thy voice not as David did
When census took was pride of sin
At the height of His blessings more
He misheard the voice of the Lord.
Saints O Saints hear Thy cry!
Satan steals Thy Joy in night
Deaf are ears for hidden sin
Has made its home sneaking in.
Spend thy time on prostrate face
Asking Father to show Thy grace
Shine Thy light on hidden place
There is the Joy of Christ at stake.
By Shelly Wilson
May 1, 2015
“O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the secret place of the steep pathway, Let me see your form, Let me hear your voice; For your voice is sweet, And your form is lovely.” “Catch the foxes for us, The little foxes that are ruining the vineyards, While our vineyards are in blossom.”
Solomon 2:14-15
