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Dance with my Father

200153842001_2Twas a battle of a brokenhearted 
Twas a second chance
Through it all His hands held me
So tight He didn’t let me be shaken

Twas a victory He gave me
Twas a captured heart set free
The wounded soldier walked home
So longing to see the Father

Twas my hand towards heaven
Twas me calling out His name
With a broken heart and a broken soul
Of His goodness and grace and love

Twas a sudden He walked down to me
Twas tears rolled down my face
For He had answered my call
He was so close I could feel Him
He was so near I could touch Him

Twas His face before my nose
Twas my heart shivered inside
‘Cause into His arms He invited me
Took my hands and drew near
And slowly led me in His steps

To the left and to the right…

We danced.

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One Response to “Dance with my Father”

  1. Linda Lee Says:
    May 8th, 2005 at 6:18 am

    I’ve encountered God in many many ways. A hug. A kiss. Often He held my hands. Many times He listened to me crying.

    But never before He dances with me.

    This afternoon, 8 May 2005, at His altar, He was right in front of me… and we danced.

    beautiful… *speechless*

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