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Your Words, My Joy

Updated: 2 days ago

The peaceful scene with the open Bible reflects the joy that the writer receives from spending time with God in His Word.
Photo Credit: Rachel Joyce

(By Rachel Joyce)

As I read Your Words, believe them, and make them my own,

They settle down deep in the recesses of my soul,

Filling the empty places hollowed out

By pain, rejection, loss.

Your Word comforts and soothes my raw, ragged wounds, for You

Are my Jehovah Rapha, the God who heals. And so

Little by little, in the light of Your

Presence, I’m fully healed.

Your Word shines Truth in all my dark places, driving out

Lies that once held me down; all is disclosed now, made bare.

But shame cannot stay where grace dwells. And Your

Grace is where I abide.

Your Word gives me hope and strengthens my hands for Your work.

You’ve triumphed o’er death and the grave and I am with You

Victorious and free, empowered by Your

Strength, resident in me.

Your Word satisfies my deepest hunger and delights

Me, as Your verses reveal treasure upon treasure

Displaying Your beauty and drawing me

Ever closer to You.

“Your words were found, and I ate them. Your words became a delight to me and the joy of my heart, for I bear Your name, LORD God of Armies” (Jeremiah 15:16).


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