The Lord is my dance partner

He meets all my creative needs

He doesn’t push beyond my limits

He soothes my inner turmoil at his touch

He is a cool drink of water for my soul

He focuses on steps and technique not just

choreography as His reputation is on the line

Even though I have come to the end of myself, and my dancing feels like death,

I will not fear failure

Because Your palm presses gently to my back

Your hands and eyes protect me from falling and

Comfort me with their demand that I hold my lines, keep my frame, raise my head

You boldly invite the competition to warm up with me

Then plant a kiss on my brow before we take the floor

And my joy surges to the sky!

Surely beauty and grace will chase our footfalls each beat of the song

And I will dwell in the gaze of His eyes
      Forever
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