Joy
As the autumn of life drifts in
The lights of my eyes grow dim
With the joy of my years
Still beside me here
There is not much that I will fear
As the winter of my life arrives
My voice will be just a whisper
With the joy of my salvation
Waiting for me at the station
I will in quiet adoration kneel
In my mind spring will beckon me
The baggage old and beat I'll leave
With the joy of my life just within sight
The constant yearning will cease
As perfect joy will become complete
~*~
Copyright © Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2007
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