Here put this on…
I heard someone say to me…
It’s your color for all to see…
Oh, it’s perfect; it fits you to a tee…
Twirling around and around as the skit flows wild and free
Stopping, suddenly, in the middle of the floor, I don’t recognize me…
Sunbeams dancing in through the window
A shadow spins, and I see…
His hand extended out to me, as I giggle with expectancy…
Taking his hand he turns me about, as the music begins to play…
In a tiny, little, room with dust and spider-webs about…
We dance to a waltz, in, and out…
Bare-feet on wooden floor
There is no feeling, and nothing more…
Than what I have in this moment,
Dancing with the LORD!
Lord, how can I tell you what you mean to me? How can I begin to express how much I love you and know that you love me more? I will live my life in surrender and obedience to your call. And when I lie down in blessed rest I will see you face to face and all will be revealed. (Holy Spirit, I ask that you speak to my Heavenly Father in the Holy tongue. Amen.)
–Marla Shaw O’Neill March 29, 2017
Let them praise His name with the dance; Let them sing praises to Him with the timbrel and harp. Psalm 149:3 New King James Version (NKJV)
Then Miriam the prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took the timbrel in her hand; and all the women went out after her with timbrels and with dances. Exodus 15:20 NKJV
