NEW SONG
I had no rhythm, I moved without a beat;
No attraction made me want to move my feet,
To get off my seat and lift my hands.
My life was muddy, its waters still...
No toe tapping, hand clapping, foot stamping
Motion of emotion
Moving my heart, making it sway,
Filling with joyful tears of laughing…
Until you brought your band;
Touched me with your hand;
Showed me a new step for my feet;
A new rhythm, a new beat…
Now a new song is playing
My soul is swaying to the beat
Of the love within your words;
And my heart is dancing;
My heart is prancing;
Jumping with the sounds I have heard.
You gave this time,
Gave this sign;
Took me,
Shook me,
Showed me how to climb
Reaching to the sky,
Finding the reason you had to die…
Then to return…
So I wouldn’t burn…
So I could swing and sway and cry and pray
And move beyond those dark days,
When I had no rhythm; moved without a beat,
There was no attraction that
Made me move my feet,
Get off my seat;
Joyfully lift my hands.
My life was muddy, its waters still;
No toe tapping, hand clapping, foot stamping
Motion of emotion moving my heart,
Giving sway, giving joyful tears of laughing…
Now there is a new song playing,
Its rhythm displaying a beat proclaiming
Your love is a joy, a life enhancing
Percussion symphony of glory enchanting,
Dancing
Prancing,
To your everlasting embracing.
I want to clap,
To rap,
To sing my soul,
Reggae my days, cruise with mellow blues
In symphonic bliss.
I want to cry softly to the country praise,
With hymnal blessings for the given grace.
I feel the urge to sway
To raise my hands,
To clap to the beat of a praising rock band;
Dancing in a soft embrace where I stand,
Swaying in the pulsing beat of Your guiding hand.
Now there is a new song playing,
And my soul is swaying
To the beat of the love within your words.
My heart is dancing,
My heart is prancing;
Jumping with the sounds I have heard.
Copyright by Thomas Watson, 2005
Our very hands, are banners of praise that we wave before Him....How wonderfully you have received the baptism of the Holy Ghost, Mr. Watson.......and I know THAT song, too!
An exhilarating write!
The LORD is glorified, Brother
Rhonda