To see His feet.
hear the sweet music captivating all
longing to dance with my King.
In shame, head hangs low.
I'm afraid I don't know how.
The steps, the rhythm, letting Him lead, only blurs of hope.
In majestic gentleness, my chin lifts
I cannot focus on His face, not yet,
Avert my eyes, hear His voice
His words forever change my me.
'Stand on my feet, my daughter, and we will dance.
I will teach you the steps as you learn to trust me.'
Holding close, I step on nail scarred feet.
The dance begins.
With each step, more freedom, lavish love, surrendered trust.
The powerful melody touches deep down. She steps on toes strong enough to always hold hers. The song of her life to the tune of His heart, for she can hear His this close. The heartbeat of heaven intertwining with her notes of life. And the dance continues because the music will never cease.