GLORY POEM # 11

JOY

As I sit upon my bed,

by your divine spirit of what is read,

I find myself ever endlessly fed.

A New "Joy" has entered within my loins,

girded for battle, united in spirit

as with you enjoins.

The allegations of those who make their claim,

for them is the reason for which you came,

for us, our spirit and yours, a oneness, one and the same.

I'm motivated to write that which I hear,

words with peculiar meaning found within our atmosphere,

But just the same,  my pen is given wings

to hurry along the words to a song, as one sings.

This "New Song" I knew not, but now is made clear,

as when falling in love, one writes a poem for one dear,

this "New Song" is the poem given in melody of Good Cheer,

A song sung all day long to our God of wisdom, do fear!

inspired 3/30/97

J.C.Vance