Anybody in their right mind
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Would've given up their preaching and headed for home
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They've been warned a hundred times
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But something inside them keeps giving them hope
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And just when you think they'd be crying
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Instead of the tears, there's joy in their eyes
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[Chorus 1:]
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What kind of joy is this
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That counts it a blessing to suffer
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What kind of joy is this
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That gives the prisoner his song
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What kind of joy could stare death in the face
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And see it as sweet victory
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This is the joy of a soul that's forgiven and free
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Anybody else with his pain
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Would want to shake their fist at heaven
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And give up the fight
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'Cause trouble had been Paul's middle name
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Ever since he'd been captured by God's blinding light
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But just when his hope should be dying
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If you listen you'll hear him singing a song
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[Chorus 1]
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[Chorus 2:]
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What kind of joy is this
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The Father has promised his children
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What kind of joy is this
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That Jesus has come to reveal
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What kind of joy could give hope in this world
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To someone just like you and me
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This is the joy of a soul that's forgiven and free
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I've found this joy for my soul is forgiven and free
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What Kind Of Joy
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| Steven Curtis Chapman |
