Father's Day Dance

 In every promise, I sway to the rhythm of Your mercies.

I sing praises into the canyon of Your Grace.

I know that, without fail, You are with me.

And I marvel at every footstep that I chase.

I want to dance in Your footsteps, Daddy.

I want to know every line on Your face.

Please, may I stand on Your toes, Daddy?

Though I stumble and fall, let me keep up the pace.

You alone know the steps, and the music.

I listen; try to learn every beat.

Please continue to give Light to the dance floor.

Waltz me right off of my tip-toes; my feet.

I want to dance in Your footsteps, Daddy.

I want to know every line on Your face.

Please, may I stand on Your toes, Daddy?

Though I stumble and fall, let me keep up the pace.

When the music slows down, and you know the words I can't speak.

Let the curve of your Arm hold me tightly, and sweet.

Together we dance, You and I, cheek to cheek.

Because it's not my words that matter...

...but the beat...

...of Your heart.

I want to dance in Your footsteps, Daddy.

I want to know every line on Your face.

Please, may I stand on Your toes, Daddy?

Though I stumble and fall, let me keep up the pace.

"'For in him we live and move and have our being.' As some of your own poets have said, 'We are his offspring.'"

Acts 17:28

I love you, Daddy,
The Carpenter's Daughter

Home

I cling, knuckles white, to the familiar. I pray feverishly that nothing snatches it away. I like stability, and sequential design.

Order.

In my house, one concern is carefully held up by the mortar of familiarity.

And so, the house is built.

As long as nothing changes, my house seems strong. No open windows. No drafts, or rain, or unforeseen pestilence.

I sit in my house, and wonder...

...how can it be so cold, with the windows clinging tightly to their frames?

I long for Home.

This is where I know I want to be. Not in a house. Not confined to one view, from a single window. I want to see more.


I must be broken...

 ...to see the beauty that lies before me.

Though, at times, I may be completely exposed to the elements, I am fully secure in the shadow of His wing.

This is where I find my Home.

"He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart." (Psalm 91:4)

"As for God, his way is perfect; the word of the LORD is flawless. He is a shield for all who take refuge in him." (2 Samuel 22:31)


Until next time,

The Carpenter's Daughter