(By Rachel Joyce)
Joy wells up through
The fractures and crevices
Of my soul; the sorrow and grief
I thought would kill me, only
Hollowed out deeper places
For joy to find a home.
And after I made space
For grief, joy moved in as well,
Richer, freer, fuller joy, surging up,
Surprising and overwhelming
Me with its intensity, flooding
My soul and healing my heart.
And I worship the One
My grief, my sadness that He might
Bring about my healing, and
I praise Him for embracing
Sorrow that I might have joy.