Blessed Joy

Author: Irela Milestone - Copyright 2005

O! lonely tear,
Why dost thou fall,
When goodness dost
Like sunshine call?

I fall because
Of joy within
Which makes even
The sunshine grim

For one whose love
Has found me fast
And tightly to me
Bound at last.

I fall for joy,
For hope, for love.
I've fallen for
Sweet handsome dove.

This tear dost not
Fall sadly down;
It weeps with pleasure
Great and proud.

Fear not, great souls,
When pain doth smite,
For love is bold
To win and fight.

Hold true to love
And when you rest
Sweet tears of joy
Will see you blessed.

As I have been blessed.