Here's a poem that Troy Bailey sent to me. It's from a friend of his in Bangladesh.

Joy to the World

Joy's Deep Heart beats full for me
On sweet-soft hay... on wretched-ripping tree...

You could never dream of all He longs to do,
To make you more like Him... and more like you...
Overhead His faithful star is shining deep and bright
To flood His world with joy and chase away the night.

Heaven's child is here, a Laughing-Weeping baby boy,
Ever seeking, serving, saving -- blessing with the ache of Joy...
"Will they drink the cup of Heaven, laced with pain and bitter herbs?"
On the praising angels' faces the unspoken cry is heard.

Resting near the beating heart His Joy will one day pierce,
Love is soft, and love is wild, and love is gently fierce...

Death is cursed for Joy is here, His Laughter rocks the world...


Dustin D. Miller
29 Nov 2008