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