God took me dancing

With song praise in church,
I was ready to hear,
Ready to encounter,
Ready to be near,
As I soaked in God’s essence he grabbed my hand and started to dance.

My hand in his he whirled me under,
Danced me around, spinning, wonder.

My hands and feet where ready to go,
And my body was almost gonna take my man for the show,
With nudges from God, I gripped my mans hand,
Do I make a fool outta me and my man?

I was eased into thinking okay,
My stomach in knots,
As I contemplated the onlooking gaze,
My hand reached out, reaching towards God,
My other hand encompassed by the hand of my man,
I felt myself float dancing with both of those men, my man and my father, all hand in hand.

Dear Lord, may the readers be blessed by your works today. Amen.