They called her Joy, and fitly named,
Though life had dealt her its blow;
Paralyzed, she couldn't run or walk,
Yet her face was all aglow.
Children loved to gather around,
For encouragement she'd bring.
She'd fill the air with joyful sound;
Exuberantly she'd sing:
"On legs of hope and feet of joy
I move in the dance of grace,
And Jesus holds me in his arms
As I rest in his embrace.
"Then hand in hand, I run with faith
Through God's peaceful meadows fair,
And climb up to the mountaintop
And observe God everywhere."
With ev'ry note her face would glow
And all around her could hear
The joyful sound that would resound
And fall on listening ear.
Though wheelchairbound on earthly ground,
Her witness was plain to see;
For it was evident to all
Her spirit ran joyfully.
Copyrighted by Linda J. Stevenson.
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