To all who mourn in Israel, he will give a crown of beauty for ashes, a joyous blessing instead of mourning, festive praise instead of despair. In their righteousness, they will be like great oaks that the Lord has planted for his own glory. Isaiah 61:3
The Secret
Shhhh…
I have a little secret…
I can’t tell you though
I’m thrilled to overflowing; I just wanted you to know…
My heart is smiling, from my head down to my toes…
Oh it’s the greatest news,
But for now you’ll have to wait…
Joy has come to fill my heart…
It started just today…
If you knew my secret
You’d jump with glee for me
To see the joy I have inside is joy I cannot hide…
Father God in heaven
Always keeps His word
He gives us joy for mourning
The song of a little bird…
Sweet life is flowing and forever remains
A little more time, then I will explain
He’s sending His blessing; Come on let it rain…
Be patient, be kind…and soon you will hear
Shhhh…I can’t tell you…but let me whisper in your ear…
No, no, I mustn’t…
I have to be strong, until…
I’m given the word…and then I will…
Tell you my secret, my secret reveal…
By Marla Shaw O’Neill January 15, 2016©
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Beautiful
Beautiful
Joy unspeakable and full of glory!
Love this poem, Marla! Beautiful!
Love it!
Thank you all! <3