O, the gladness of your love,
that does not let me go;
but opens prisons doors for me,
sweet Lord, I thank Thee, so.

For who, but, Thee, could
do for me, what none other can do;
bring to my heart, peacefulness,
no, none but Thee see me through . . .

The trials of life that buffet me
like cruel winds in my heart;
Oh, how they strike as searing knives
that wound, like a fiery dart!

Where flowers of mercy once abound'd,
that soothed me as a balm;
Now bitter, loud accusing words
pound 'pon me chase away the calm.

BUT, then you come, my
precious Lord, with sweetness, mercy,
grace . . . I run into your waiting arms
you kiss tears from my face.

O, The Gladness of Your Love,
restores, removes agony & pain;
Reminding me what LOVE can do,
AGAIN ~ AGAIN ~ AGAIN!!!


Mary Carter Mizrany
August 3, 2009
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