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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