The steady hand can never find the deep things of the Lord;
The undimmed eyes can never see the comfort in His Word;
The joyous heart can never know the healing of His love;
The learned mind can never grasp the wisdom from above.

But, oh, the trembling hand clasps His and loses all its fear;
The weeping eyes can search His Word and read His promise clear;
The broken heart rests in His love until its faith prevails;
The childlike mind can reach the source where wisdom never fails.

By Annie Johnson Flint

He heals the brokenhearted
and binds up their wounds.- Psalm 147:3

And you will hear a little voice within you saying:

Your joy is not in your sadness nor in your confusion.
Your joy is not in the darkness where you are.
Your joy is not lost.
Your joy is not broken.
It is stored somewhere safe,
protected against all harm.
God Himself protects it!
God keeps it secure,
where not even the most piercing grief could touch it.
Your joy is in GOD’S LOVE
and God’s Love is always upon you.
LOVE NEVER FAILS.

What Fills My Heart With Joy

My heart is filled with joy because of God’s wonderful love for me.
Weak and small that I am, He takes notice of me and witnesses my life.
He takes me as I am and fashions me after His own glory.
He takes away my shame and my brokenness.
He heals my wounds.
He makes me beautiful and strong.
I will always look forward for that morning when He makes everything new.
Within my heart shall always dwell His voice, and I shall never be alone.
Wisdom is His constant gift, and respect, an eternal blessing as love.
Who would appreciate my small tokens of love? It is He who does not disregard my smallest efforts and my meekest prayers.
Who has planned the best things for me? It is He who has my welfare in mind for all eternity.
My short life is but a vapor that fades, but He grants me a life that never ends.
I am poor and have nothing, but mansions He has prepared for me where He is.
I cry and He wipes away my tears.
I run in grief, but He pursues me, and He wins me back with His words of love.
He shows me the value of each heartbreak,
the cost of every tear.
He shows me how each sorrow can turn to joy
a joy that never fades.
People may hunger now, but they shall be filled.
People may mourn, but they shall be comforted.
We shall receive far more than what we have lost,
and far more than what we could ever dream about.
He is just, but He is also merciful.
He reigns from on high, yet He is never out of our reach.
He is my Father, but He is also like a Mother who loves her children
each one is valuable, no one is dispensable,
each one loved as though she were her only child.
I have my questions but He answers them one by one,
I have my doubts, but He fills my soul with faith.
Where can I go that He cannot follow?
What wrong can I do that He cannot forgive?
There is nothing that can ever separate me away from Him,
and there is no one who could take away these things that fill my heart with the Joy of Him!

Yea, "new every morning," though we may awake,
Our hearts with old sorrow beginning to ache;
With old work unfinished when night stayed our hand,
With new duties waiting, unknown and unplanned;
With old care still pressing, to fret and to vex,
With new problems rising, ours minds to perplex;
In ways long familiar, in paths yet untrod,
Oh, new every morning the mercies of God!
His faithfulness fails not; it meets each new day
With guidance for every new step of the way;
New grace for new trials, new trust for old fears,
New patience for bearing the wrongs of the years,
New strength for new burdens, new courage for old,
New faith for whatever the day may unfold;
As fresh for each need as the dew on the sod;
Oh, new every morning the mercies of God!
-By Annie Johnson Flint