Poem - Lord of the Dance

By Trish Whelan

The places I have led you

Have never been in vain

Walking in obedience

Mirroring your pain

Through the valleys on your knees

Deep down My voice you hear

Triumphantly your choice to stand

All heaven celebrates with cheer

In the days, your patience grows

Like flowers in a storm

The icy glaze that surrounds your heart

Melts past my embrace, so warm

Through the unkind dark of night

You dream your ‘being’, next to mine

A dance so intimate, now takes flight

‘Pure love’ becomes your state in time

I AM, says He, the LORD of the Dance.