Musing #2

Joy is Marching in my Heart

Night falls,
and I would dream
of a world
living without me;
not really knowing
if I would wake
and remember the beauty
of yesterday.

Almost by chance
you came to me
in gentle flight
upon my wings;
just when I thought
that I would die
you touched my heart
and gave me life:

Joy is marching in my heart.

Today, tomorrow,
when time shall end
too hard to say
how long this love will last;
so let me now—
wholly and unabashed—
give myself to thee,
lift up my voice and sing:

Joy is marching in my heart …
Joy is marching in my heart!