The world gives “happiness” that is like cut flowers,

“Happy for a while, but wilted within hours.

But the joy that You plant, like seeds in the ground.

Gardens will come! Beauty enjoyed, all year ’round!

 

“Happy” and joy, like oranges and apples,

“Happy,” that for which everyone grapples,

While joy, like an anchor, a settled assurance

That God’s plan is moving, no matter the occurrence.

 

This joy grows best in soils of brokenness

And the surprising soil of emptiness!

Just listen to Paul, how could such joy have arisen,

Chained to a Roman centurion in prison?

 

To share in the sufferings of Jesus his Lord,

Was a privilege that struck a very deep chord.

To say “no” to pride, and “yes” to humility

Birthed a joy in Paul that felt like tranquility.

 

Having no anxiety about anything?

Prayer and supplication, about everything,

Making requests of God, mixed with thanksgiving

Brings a peace beyond my understanding!

 

I have learned how to be content, on just pennies,

I also know what it’s like to have plenty,

I know what it’s like to be in great need.

I can do all things, through Christ, indeed.

 

-Seth