Dancing With My Beloved

Joining Him on the dance floor as He stretches out His Hand, He then spins me to the right and strikes up the band. The Rainbow illuminated the floor all around, dancing with Him on His Promises, it began to draw a crowd. Unsteady at first and the pace began to quicken, following after His footsteps, syncing up with Him, a given. Because He's a Gentleman, He helps me follow through, the intricacies of His Footwork weaving in and out of view. Another enters the dance floor to try and steal away, the precious thing that He holds dear, to try and make me sway. He was very rude trying to violate my dance, he pranced around, trying to touch my gown, thinking that he could somehow advance. I Protested and pleaded for someone to intervene, but I'd had enough and didn't put up with his guff and the Angels did what was routine. I used the name of my Beloved, the Dancer in front of me, I love Him more than life itself, the Holder of my hearts key. He was there to hold me up and to dry all of those tears, and through the years He’s calmed my doubts and cast out all my fears. I am my Beloved's and my Beloved is mine, I can think of no one greater to be spending all my time. I love you my Beloved.


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