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Days of the Dance!

 
I remember a day not long ago
counting the moments to be alone.
Full of praise and adoration,
Because I was the Lord’s creation
Filled with His wondrous love
Reaching for the throne above,
I rejoiced in the Days of the Dance!
 

Rushing home to be unseen,
Bursting into glorious routine
Leaping, twirling, raising hands
Legs and arms in graceful stands

Filled with His wondrous love
Reaching for the throne above.
I rejoiced in the Days of the Dance!
 

Missing the days of physical expression,
I am tempted to fall within deep depression.
For now it isn't quite the same
My bones have left me a little lame

Filled with His wondrous love
Reaching for the throne above,
I miss the Days of Dance!

I try to leap but instead I thud
Down to the floor or in the mud.
I used to be so light and free!
What has middle age done to me?

Filled with His wondrous love
Reaching for the throne above,
I lost the Days of the Dance!
 

Now I am sitting in my chair,

I ask my Lord, “Why not despair?”
My hip is out, the sound says pop,
My neck is jammed and the pain won't stop.

Filled with His wondrous love
Reaching for the throne above,
Farewell to the Days of the Dance!

 The Lord seemed to say in a gentle voice,

Remember it was your choice
To dance as a form of worshipping Me.
An expression from your heart so free!
Filled with His wondrous love,
Reaching for the throne above.
Your heart created the Days of the Dance!

Now

Painting, Drawing, and Poetry
Are Dancing within my heart so free
Full of praise and adoration
Because I am the Lord’s creation.

Filled with His wondrous love,
Reaching for the throne above.
Abiding in Days of the Dance!

 Marcia Lawrence

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February 2006