Tell The World; It Is Joy!

Thousands of years ago, there were two people named
Adam and Eve
They lived in peace with God, until they got deceived
Thousands of years of sadness and sin, and yet God never
left

Tell the world, there is joy! God is here, tell the world, it is
joy, joy, it is joy

A man named Noah, who lived in the light, following God,
doing what’s right
God saved Noah, his family too, through fatal flood, they
kept their lives

Tell the world, there is joy! God is here, tell the world, it is
joy, joy, it is joy

Prophets came to tell the truth, and they were not believed
Yet then a baby boy was born, a child of hope to be received
He was the Savior, the Messiah, the king, and people
rejoiced

Tell the world, there is joy! God is here, tell the world, it is
joy, joy, it is joy

The baby grew up and they called Him Jesus, He taught, He
preached, He gave
His ultimate purpose to be here on earth was so we could all
be saved

Tell the world, there is joy! God is here, tell the world, it is
joy, joy, it is joy

And yet some didn’t like him, they took Him away
Nailed Him to a cross, and there made Him stay
He died, but the grave could not hold him—Horray!
And He is in Heaven with God now today

Tell the world, there is joy! God is here, tell the world, it is
joy, joy, it is joy

So now what we have is the promise of life, if we live out
our first lives for God
Eternal happiness, glory and life, to give God our entire
hearts

Tell the world, there is joy! God is here, tell the world, it is
joy, joy, it is joy

Tell the world, there is joy! God is here, tell the world, it is
joy, joy, it is joy


(Published in Print in 'DeSSerted Island: Poem Collection' - 2014)

by Kelsey Gallant

Comments (7)

Thank you Robert Browning for the amazing poetry.
The long poem of Robert Browning is going on like a river flowing with ease till the end!
The outside-frame! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
long dark autumn evening...poet is overwhelmed with this marvel of nature.In my village also I get this.. cool darknesss descending on standing rice crop in winter.it is also long. I cannot forget it.May be we remain infected with Poets style of perception.
Interesting to read though it is lengthy. Beautiful poem.
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