The Dance
Swaying. I'm dreaming.
Sinking. I'm dying. Freefalling.
Angels sing a beautiful melody.
Hallelujia, oh hallelujia.
The light shines on me, enchanting.
It's holy, it's holy.
I'm spinning, my dress all around,
and he's twirling me, my hair falling down.
Now as he pulls me close, I see his kind face,
I know I am secure, I know I am safe.
My best friend Jesus, I smile at him.
Oh, dancing with Jesus... I am alive again.
My heart is pounding deep within my chest.
Dancing with in my eyes ceases to exist.
I am not alone.
Blinded no longer is the truth hidden inside.
And we're swaying. The angels singing.
Hallelujia, oh hallelujia.
I'm spinning, my dress all around,
and he's twirling me, my hair falling down.
Now as he pulls me close, I see his kind face,
I know I am secure, I know I am safe.
My best friend Jesus, I smile at him.
Oh, dancing with Jesus... I am alive again.
On golden streets we dance to the harp,
he's holding me close.
Silver is the moon, blue are the stars.
I fall awestruck to my knees,
swimming through splashing amber seas of innocence.
The steps of the dance, guided by his gentle hand.
I am at rest, I am at peace,
folded in the glory of my coming.
The spitting fire engulfing me.
I'm spinning, my dress all around,
and he's twirling me, my hair falling down.
Now as he pulls me close, I see his kind face,
I know I am secure, I know I am safe.
My best friend Jesus, I smile at him.
Oh, dancing with Jesus... I am alive again.
I'm spinning, my dress all around,
and he's twirling me, my hair falling down.
Now as he pulls me close, I see his kind face,
I know I am secure, I know I am safe.
My best friend Jesus, I smile at him.
Oh, dancing with Jesus... I am alive again.
I'm dancing with Jesus...
In Heaven with Jesus...
I am alive again.
I am alive again...
Copyright © Cayla Carr | Year Posted 2012
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