The window opens past my closed door The music calls me yearning to dance Plays in my mind often the days washed by me Plays to my soul the lessons so taught me Dancing steps, learning the dancing steps
Cold blows the wind of hard days behind me Cold shoulders gone their own unto history Running to glories, vining blessings bright blooming Running toward arms reaching my way in the future Dancing steps, practicing the dancing steps
Oh God, the changes blind my good senses Oh God, help me feel my way in the dark Blessings these, things beyond all sensation Blessings these, felt but not seen this sunrise Dancing steps, relishing the dancing steps
Explanations escape me why the blessings are so profound able to resonate with the core of truth adjoined with the motivation to find more reading between lines of undecipherable time realizing amazing ties, always there telling a story that was previously hidden from view
There is no trading even an hour of the past for what was gained in these years of confusion this wondrous happiness bursting inside like an infant safe within my own arms whatever healing that needs to find truth available to us now, that book opened wide waiting for us to create new passages our gifts only start to realize the vast nature of the love we've been given
