I remember you Dancer,
Tall, graceful and strong.
Dancing in time
To a beautiful song.
You were grace,
So graceful;
You moved with such ease,
Blessed with the gift
Of charming, sweet breeze.
You soared and spun,
The angels rejoiced at your dawn.
You spread your wings
Moved to Heaven’s own strings.
Did your song lose its rhythm?
Did you slip?
Did you fall?
I looked for you Dancer,
But you weren’t at the ball.
Then I saw you running,
Not to the stage
But away.
Lost and ashamed
Going astray.
What hurt you so bad, Graceful Dancer?
What wounds left such deep scars?
What stole your song?
And left you strung?
What stopped your dance?
What stopped your song?
Stop and listen
The angels still sing.
The God of Heaven
Still calls out your name.
He’s Jehovah Rapha
Your God and your Healer
None can call Broken
Who He calls Redeemed.
It’s time to stop running
Let Love catch and embrace you.
Wash away the stain
Heal the hurt and pain
Wipe clean your blame
Strip off your robes of shame.
Look up to the Heavens,
See the bloodied, scarred hands,
That paid the price,
That sacrificed,
To see you dance
And dance again.
Your stage is empty
And the world is waiting.
So step on up
Dancer,
Light up your stage.
Your time is now,
To dance again.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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