Crisp, like a fresh-printed dollar
Fresh, like clean sheets on your bed
New, like an outfit's first wearing
A novel idea, an "instead"
Joy, of your heartbeat, your life-force
Feeling powerfully, fully alive
Redemptive air filling your nostrils,
Like a bee buzzing out of its hive
Life, often a raging inferno,
Presses, pushes, steals your joy
And empties your grateful reserves
Like a frozen dead-battery toy
But...what if it could be renewed—
Refreshed and rejuvenated,
Replenished and restored—
And your thirst for its fullness sated?
What if God’s storehouse of joy
Has no limits, with no debt incurred—
With generous amounts freely given,
According to His Holy Word?
Joy is found in His sweet presence
It’s a gift that’s been ordained
He desires to give us more joy
Than can possibly be contained
Heaven’s joy is our ultimate strength
And draws us to seek Him more
May our prayer for this year be to walk
In more joy than ever before
© 2026 Teresa Miles Kephart
