Poem 1484 - Dance



I worship
I sing
To the creator
of all
giving light
Your hope
Your love
to generations

I, lazy mind
need your heart
and strength

For in myself
I am nothing less
than a lover of me

But when I delare
to the nations
that You alone
are worthy
then I trade
my shoes of lead
for shoes of praise

I worship
I lift voice
and arms
and often heavy heart
to You
who made me

Copyright 2012 by pauly hart