This is a poem about the symbolic oil of Joy that is made from Myrhh and only offers it’s sweet scent once it’s been crushed.
Joy on the inside, joy from within.
This is joy; the joy you win.
Crushed and bruised, this is released,
the oil of joy, the oil of peace.
The joy You’ve put into me
cultivated with care, now is released.
It is all you, Jesus my joy.
Strength, peace, confirming,
fighting, killing, declaring.
These are the things that joy enables
when crushed beyond belief.
This is it! This is the way, this is joy.
A heart that is white, a heart that is clean,
a heart that is trusting, what is unseen.
Friendship and love, never-ending, not losing,
This is the oil, pour it over everything
By Briana Lassiter
I’m married to my dearest friend of 8 years and mom to an energetic 6-year-old. My greatest joys come from traveling with my little family, cooking for appreciative recipients, learning herbalism and natural medicine, and every experience I get to have in prayer ministry. I’m an avid tea and book lover and can’t get enough of either. I love Jesus and the daily adventure that comes from walking in friendship with him as he arranges and rearranges my story.
