Crown of Joy
Rescued by the Lord
From the power of the grave,
I wear the robe of victory,
And a crown of joy.
The Lord showed His power
Over the prowlers in the dark.
In great panic they fled
At the blast of His breath.
His victory over my foes
Filled me with strength.
Tears vanished like a dream,
Fears, like a night vision.
I'd thought all was gone
When hope fled with threat of death.
Then He appeared with a summer smile,
My life surged, blossomed again
Now, I bask in His salvation,
Assured of the life He has given.
Now, I rest in His bosom,
Crowned with joy.
(Isaiah 35:10)
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