Beneath My Skin

For years the trodden path,
so familiar and at times tough,
had been a comfort zone
for the traveller now outgrown.

The beaten track now behind him
tells his story within,
well-littered by the fallen leaves
to which his soul was fondly cleaved.

The cobbled street ahead
gazed at him cold, with nothing said.
He knows not what awaits
beyond the steps he used to take.

Count it all Joy
when things don't go our way
For I thank Him
that you are here with me

Count it all Joy
when things do go our way
And I thank Him
that we can share the Joy

Indeed it is all Joy
whether tears or laughter
For He has let it be
that we may so enjoy

Blessed be His Name
through it all
be it given or taken away
For the Joy that's in my life