The man who feels the joy of the Lord will not covet worldly joy. He will not be tempted to make a God of his possessions or of his talents, or of anything else. He will say, “I have joy in God. These things I am very thankful for, but they are not my joy.”
How transitory the joys of earth
They come, they go, with hidden mirth.
Better far the joy within,
That surges out to make us sing!
That brightens up the darkest day,
And sheds the light across our way.
That sets us free from greed and hate,
With untold joy we gladly wait.