Author of All Joy
I want to lift my eyes to you, Lord.
I have been letting the sons of evil doers
Steal my joy,
Forgetting you are the author of all joy.
Every good and perfect gift,
Especially the gift of joy,
Comes from you.
You never change.
Remember me in my low estate
As I cry out to you
For the mercy of your renewal.
Refresh me like from a spring rain and
Cause me to bloom
Ever reaching for the Son
Leaving a sweet scent
Everywhere the wind blows.
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