How can I explain the goodness of God?

To accurately depict the kind of reassurance which comes when knowing that absolutely nothing can take away my joy.

How can I explain what I've only begun to understand? 

I’ve found hell before, I know what it’s like. A place where God is not. 

But now that I’ve seen that there’s no depths I can fall where He won’t outstretch His arms towards me.

I grasp at words, mere words, which can never explain this holy assurance which is forever mine. 

But my joy? You simply can’t have it. It won’t be stricken from me because it’s clasped to something much deeper. To the cores of the earth which are wrapped firmly in its Creator’s hands. 

The joy of knowing Him.

I cannot explain it, but I suppose I’ll endlessly try.