The Dance

The Dance My mother died some time ago And God took her away, To begin her dance with Jesus That continues to this day She wasn’t her old self that day, Her memories had flown He invited mom’s new self to dance, And the Father took her home Mom never was a dancer That I ever heard her claim, But the steps she does with Jesus Would put Fred Astaire to shame Perfect mind in perfect love, With perfect memory, As she whirls and twirls with The Lord of the Dance, And waits with Him for me My Brother’s up there with her, I’m sure he cheers her on, And does a jig or two himself When Heaven plays the song My other brother’s with me still, And our sweet sister too, The three of us with our dear dad, Believe all this is true Mom is up there dancing, All over Canaan Land, Perfect in the arms of Jesus, As He strikes up the band