I stumble to your feet. It’s not the graceful, whimsical dance that I imagined. No, it’s a heavy, burdensome, clunky movement of myself reaching for your precious feet.
Holding perfume and precious oils, I inch myself forward – closer to you – in tears and the realization that nothing apart from you blossoms – for you are the water source.
“So my spirit grows faint within me; my heart within me is dismayed. I remember the days of long ago; I meditate on all your works and consider what your hands have done. I spread out my hands to you; I thirst for you like a parched land.” Psalm 143: 4-6
You give life. In fact, you impart the purpose to this weary body to dance. Laden with cement casings, you tell my arms to gently elevate toward the glow of the sun.
Open your hands, daughter. Let go of what terrifies your soul. Give your troubles to me for it is I who fought for you through death and now live for you through everlasting life!
Your voice commands my heart to beat to its steady rhythm. You calm the flowing red streams instead my veins.
I say to you LORD God – I’m trading my sorrows, guilt and pain and laying them down at the base of your mighty throne. Replace my sadness and uncertainty with your joy and the glittering promise of a hope and a future.
Teach me to trust in your dance which empowers my body, fueled by your grace, to twirl into your throne room confident of one thing —
I serve an awesome God and though dark waters are always up ahead, you carry me with ease over rough seas and enable me to dance in abandon through the sheets of watery rain.
Though drenched in what seems like violent storms, I’m dry and safeguarded in the arms of my Savior! Hallelujah.
God is with us. He will go before. He will never leave us. He will never leave us. God is for us. He has open arms. He will never fail us. God is Able, Hillsong Worship
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