He pressed His thumb to the inside of my palm,
He didn't seem to be anxious, rather completely calm.
"I haven't danced in a while, I might trip and fall."
He said "Don't worry, let me lead, and I'll handle it all."
Nervous at first, I fell in step,
Looked into my Father's eyes and lost my breath.
Pupils of love and Irises of kindness.
He was someone to fear, but in His presence I was fearless.
A smile parted his lips and Joy shined through,
Where darkness consumed, He now lit up the room.
As lives were wilting He encouraged them to bloom.
And I, this freshly plucked flower
Began to realize my own power,
Through the Tower of Strength that danced with me now,
Through His unending love that He avowed.
A perfect night under the gleaming stars,
An unforgettable moment that sent me soaring past Mars,
A dance with my Father to a never ending song,
A relationship with my God that is so powerfully strong.
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