Joy is not a voice that is defined by the tune that we carry.
Joy is the heart to whom The Lord has freed from his wretched curse.
"Guilty!" Cries his persecutor. So far away from the man it cries.
But the King! O the King He is so close to the man filled with joy. He is ensconced in His arms of love forever near and forever free from condemnation.
His was a bitter heart a long time ago. He had done the unpardonable and there could be no solace from the wrath of the King. In the end he was thrown out from paradise. The accuser’s repulsive mirth could not be hidden.
Years later his children boasted “All that The Lord commands us we will do”. Their arrogance was beyond hope. The enemy stealthily began his assault.
A golden calf.
A faithless generation.
A hardened heart.
A bitter end.
The King’s heart was wrought in pain. How He longed to hold the man again but yet He could not. No, not yet.
And when the enemies grew and multiplied, when they bathed themselves with heady sin.
The Lord came.
"All that He commands us we will do."
How much truth was in that they could not know.
Like all other times he was rejected by man. They slew and plundered His Life. What he came to freely give they took without realizing. They consumed without knowing.
For in His law He had planned a way out. In His law He had ordained that a lamb be slain for sin’s heavy price.
In hysteria the enemy had laugh. At last! He had His Heir in the palm of his hands. His Heir is his to kill!
Oh how sweet the joy when the mirth had died away. The Lord had conquered death and rose again on the third day. “I have the power to lay down my life and to pick it up again.”
No more laughter. No more joy. The stupor of the enemy was mocked.
For the King had planned a plan from so long ago that He would in one swoop pull the man back into His arms and banish the hateful enemy.
With His blood He cleansed heaven and earth and they knew no more the hurtful pride of the enemy.
And today, O today, this beautiful day, I am found hidden in the arms of Love. That they who call the King God, will look and see that I am loved and filled with joy.
I am in love with unquenchable joy, filled with hope that never fails. I am the man once far away but now again so close.
Finally I find my place again in the Father’s Love. Ensconced. Hidden. Locked. Aggressively loved. Unpardonable from His presence.
I am in Love.