Of Life And Joy

 

Dark and cold, there in the ground
Lay the work of mankind.
Efficient in its purpose, yes,
But no joy there to find.
 
Until the seasons joyous dance
Brought the colors of fall
To drape the mundane works of man
In joy for one and all.
 
Thus, are the works of man and God
Aptly personified,
As mankind’s practical design,
By His hand, glorified.
 
We are His creation, it’s true,
But beyond our command
Are all the blessings we know well,
Yet can’t quite understand.
 
We know how the parts make the whole,
But not what makes it live.
True life is the Creator’s gift,
It’s His, alone, to give.
 
Appreciate mankind’s good works,
But know, with all your heart,
That life comes from the Lord alone
And joy plays a big part.
 
Psalm 92:4-5
For you make me glad by your deeds, Lord; I sing for joy at what your hands have done.
How great are your works, Lord, how profound your thoughts!