The Dawn Ballet

The Dawn Ballet Let me dance for You, before I put my feet upon the floor. Let me sing out your praise, before the day has a chance, to be anything else... but a blessing, in Your name. Born again, and forgiven, paid for by blood, yet imperfect... as I am not the lamb. I am the worthless, the unclean, set free by Him. I am allowed... a place in heaven, by His Grace, His Glory. My heart yearns to serve, to somehow give, more than I have received... Impossible. I am small, and that is good to be. As the sins of my life, although nothing to some, dragged me around by the hair, and beat me in both public... and private arenas, to show that I, am like them, they are like me, and we... are all without worth. The Lord called me, from the place close... and far to my heart, were fear was comforted, and kept. He pushed it aside, then through it out. Now there is only... And I, am at peace. I lift my limbs slowly, those that I still can; everything still causes pain. Yet, I am unconcerned. I am alive. For the first time, since I was born.