Joy

Blinded by the devil's ploy,

Being played by the wicked plans like an helpless toy,

The devil's only purpose being to steal, kill and destroy.

But remember, God's plan is sovereign,

We are His children which He will never abandon,

He lifts us up when we are heavy laden.

From the maddening depression,

To the very limit of alluring temptation,

I endured patiently in this wretched prison.

Came one day, I heard a whisper from heaven,

Felt like soothing rain from the living waters of His fountain,

A much sought after encounter in the mountain of Zion

I found joy in the midst of ruin.