Simple life for some it seems
We work and play and dream our dreams
With each day passing that we have borrowed
Some fail to know the joy of sorrow
Born of a virgin inside a manger
They would pay tribute to Him in danger
As jealousy would come to slaughter
By evil King sparing but daughters
This child would grow an learn a craft
Carpentry, his heart would draft
A new beginning to change the end
Salvation ours, He would defend
Many had come to hear Him speak
Strength now renewed to those once weak
Yet joy again would be attacked
By unbelievers as faith they lacked
Multitudes would come to know
He the Messiah who soon would go
To plead His case before His Father
Decision made no time to barter
The cross placed weighed upon his shoulders
The whips cracking, the looks got colder
Yet trampled on the joy of sorrow
Would guarantee mans life tomorrow
What do you say to He that chose
To give His life, do you suppose
You could find time to just thank Him
Who lived to die for all our sins
Is it not time you come to know The Joy Of Sorrow?
