Joy through our Mourning


Bitter-Sweet Joy

Joy is not the absence of my suffering,

But the presence of my Lord

Even my broken heart of faith

Can trust God’s faithful nearness

Just as the sun is never extinguished

No matter the shroud between . . .

The cry of my heart

Is held in the hand of God

Reaching through the cloud of my pain

Cradling me in His embrace

What bitter-sweet joy!

                                                             Karen Nicola

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