I have this one Joy,
that takes me over the moon,
With every sunrise,
It blossoms like a bird of paradise
My joy is like a flower,
Even if i fell into a pit deep,
Full of sorrow and guilt
My Joy would never wilt
Instead,
Like a giant broomstick
it would sweep away my sorrow
Making way for a better tomorrow.
My One Joy is Christ,
Those who touch my heart,
My family and friends,
You are my One Joy.
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