Dancing
Dancing … is joyous glee.
Harmoniously angels,
all sweet, serenade me.
There’s rhythm in my soul
for Jesus loves me so.
Dancing, rapturous praise,
requires love, passion,
naturally. It’s no phase.
Every turn—fast or slow—
harmoniously glows.
Dancing … done with respect …
is a way of worship.
His Creation, a speck,
fuels imaginative art.
Music dwells in each heart.
Dancing pleases Jesus.
It’s how we use our gifts—
for Jesus or ourselves.
Anything can turn wrong …
words, movements, love, a song.
Dancing is love … moving.
copyright 2009 Sandra S. Corona
"I Found You"
CarolHawks
Unique depicting of the meaning of dancing... This poem sings beauty.
In respect and admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Be always safe,
Karen
Regis
Fee
With Love,
Cindy