There is a thin line in my heart between joy and grief.
Every morning I rise they battle over the depths of my heart.
They reminisce over love had and love lost,
Over that which will be and that which might not.
My very being cries out in torment. From where will my salvation come?
But joy is always there, even in the midst of blackness.
Joy wells up from within me, yet it is not mine.
It is from God, my creator.
He is teaching me.
Teaching me to love him,
To love Him more than a friend,
More than creation,
More than life itself.
When I find Him, I find joy.
A can sing at the top of my lungs and praise my God,
But I am sinful,
And oh how I forget.
I neglect my savior,
And return to the pit of despair.
This is truly the thin line.
But He is always there,
Right by my side.
So I know I will prevail,
And the Joy of my salvation will complete me.
And I will sing of His praises for all eternity.
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