The Joy of the Lord is My Strength

When a man that once told me he would be by my side through my fiercest storms

Parts his lips to tell me he is leaving
because my mental illness

Is worse than what he’d pictured

The Joy of the Lord is my strength

When I see him hold her in pictures the way he used to hold me

only this time with a smile that tells me

He’s feeling something he never felt with me

The joy of the Lord is my strength

When I sit in the pews alone before my God,

look over my shoulder and don’t see him kneeling and praying

Next to me

The joy of the Lord is my strength

Who will hold my hand when I am anxious and say a prayer before anxiety turns into a panic attack?

Who will reply to my text message in the dead of night when I’m afraid:

“I love you and I’m here”?

It is a chapter closed, but I have not lost my soul

The Lord is still the lover of my soul, and in Him I am most perfectly love.

No one can take this from me.

The joy of the Lord is my strength.

“The Joy of the Lord is your strength.” -Nehemiah 8:10

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