11.20.2008
times of rejoicing
sometimes even though i am physically clumsy
i feel like my soul is dancing with my Father
when i picture it, it's some sort of whimsical balletÂ
playing and reciting and smiling and humming along
toes pointed and fingers outstretched
no fear of falling in the strength of a Savior
and i open my eyes
and.... He is there still.
rejoicing over His own
