(8) Though you have not seen him, you love him; and even though you do not see him now, you believe in him and are filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy.
Glorious Joy
glorious joy is mine
bask in the glow of Sonshine
days may be rainy and drear
warmed by his touch ever near
thief in the night can not steal
my joy; my joy is true and real
Jesus is mine; my all in all
he catches me just before I fall
he lives in me and I in he
joyful as joyful can be
written by Nan Forehand
Tues., Oct. 13, 2009
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