Joy in the Morning
By Mary Jo Balestriri and Michael Escoubas
to the Lord.
Sing and praise Him
in song for He has
heard my cries, removing
me from myself to a place
of His choice—a high place where I
see His Face reflected in all things.
You loved me into life, Lord. I am Yours.
I remember well when You hid Your face.
I found my worth in success and praise
of friends. My center was myself.
Like a cracked cistern my life
seeped out to emptiness.
Yet You were patient
when I stumbled--
thank You, Lord.