I hear the sweet music captivating me.
I long to dance with my King.
In dismay, I hang my head.
I'm afraid I don't know how.
The steps, the rhythm, letting Him lead, only blurs of hope.
In majestic gentleness, He lifts my chin.
My eyes focus on his face, His love,
His words change my life.
'Stand on my feet, my daughter, and we will dance.
I will teach you the steps as you learn to trust me.'
Holding me close, I step on nail scarred feet.
The dance begins.
With each step, more freedom, lavish love, surrendered trust.
My life's dance, standing on my Daddy's feet.
Today, I am learning the rhythm and the song He sings over my life.
As I stand on His feet.
It doesn't matter where we are, the steps we may have forgotten or never knew.
The dance can begin today.
He is waiting to dance with all of us. Step by step,
He is teaching me, again. To trust. To let Him lead. To hear the heartbeat of heaven and dance along.
This is a splash from the past, one I needed to read again today. To be reminded of the song my Abba sings over my life as we dance together, step by step. His little girl standing on Daddy's toes.