The Springtime Joy Be Thine

"Bless the Lord, O my soul; and that all

that is deepest within me, bless His holy name!"

Psalm 103:1

Spring Romance

Beth Hoselton

This Springtime joy be thine

Joy of the wind across vast spaces sweeping

And like a giant on the forest leaping

Joy of trees from slumber rudely shaken,

Even dreams of living unto life to waken;

Joy of the little bird that flies and sings

For very rapture of its song and wings;

Joy of the stream, whose penthouse roof of snow

Muffles no more its glad, impetuous flow;

Joy of the silver showers that gleam and pass

And leave a trail of green o'er tree and grass;

Joy of the mounting sap, the bursting seed,

The joy of life from death's dominion freed;

This joy be thine.

The Resurrection joy be thine:-

The joy of those who, weeping

Because their dead, in straitened chambers sleeping,

Have left them for a while,

Yet know, that loosed from all earth's tribulations

They have passed on to heavenly habitations,

To Life eternal and the Father's smile;

The joy of those who hear

Beyond all doubt and fear,

Through jarring echoes of discordant strife,

The one Voice sounding clear:-

"I am the Resurrection and the Life;

They who believe on Me

From death's dark thrall I free;

I drank that bitter cup, I passed that gloomy door,

Through that lone valley I have gone before,

Because I live, they live for evermore."

This joy be thine.

Guiding Them Home

Yongsung Kim

"The Springtime Joy Be Thine"

Annie Johnson Flint

(1866-1932)

American Christian poetess