It’s more than a smile.
More than laughter that lasts for a while.
More than a poor soul in denial.
More than a happy-go-lucky kind of style.
It’s contented delight.
In the midst of the night.
When things aren’t quite right.
It’s satisfaction despite,
The Fear and the fright.
It’s a baby leaping in a mother’s womb
At the coming of the One who empties the tomb.
Its shepherds and angels sharing good news
Of the birth of a light that can’t be diffused.
Joy sings loudest in the midst of the storm
It’s melody salvation, because Christ is born.