Count It All Joy Poem by JOHN THE GIFTED HANDS

Count it all joy
when the world is trending with fires and disasters
and our fears and doubts are set off in motion
Never be moved

Count it all joy
when the saints are confronted with heavy imaginations
and they are heartbroken with clouded eyes
Do not write them off
For tribulation is allowed to haunt after the men of light


Count it all joy
when the weapons are blunt to strike those things which threatens the slaves of our happiness

For the things that would come after the struggles
shall make the heart dance restlessly with joy even as the sword of despair thrusts deep into the navel of the soul

And count it all joy
even when it is not perfect and you fall upon spear and despair
Never be discouraged

There comes a time when the sun will shine
Light up the universe
Dry tears and cloth
And keep you in good cheers with bullets of laughter