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Cant Take My Joy Away

"I've been persecuted but not forsaken. Cast down but not destroyed. I have something this world can't take. Away from me" - VaShawn Mitchell

Since I bought this CD it has been a source of encouragement and a true blessing. It's rare for me to find gospel artist who's music has a message that expands past God's gone bless you real good or you coming out of that situation right now. Don't get me wrong I'm not against those types of songs. But we as Christians have got to learn how to endure. Sometimes we get so caught up in God take me out we forget to pray God take me through. What kind of Christian would you be if you never went through something? You have to be tried in the fire to come out gold. This walk is not easy. Sometimes I get weak and just lay in defeat. I stand on sorrow and self pity instead of the word of God. Then I think about God's joy. It is my strength it is my smile it is my light in the dark it's my resting place. Every time I hear this song I get excited. The devil loves to throw stuff at you to make you sad and depressed. Sometimes it seems like a never ending cycle but if you can get a piece of God's joy the devil can't win. He tried to keep my mind of Christ but I remembered I had joy. And guess what the best part is? Nobody can take it away. In Psalm 94:9 (HCSB) the scripture ask this simple question. "Can the one who formed the eat not hear the one who formed the eye not see?". The answer is of course He can see and hear. You may have been persecuted talked about lied on hated all because of Jesus name but He hears you and He sees you. How can I be so sure? He left you something this world can't take : His joy.

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