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I waited for the drummers and singers, then I decided to dance without them. The heavenly beats poured down rhythmic, spiritual, singing holy, holy. A reminder that He will continue to make my river flow with the promises written over my life. So I lifted my hands, even though my knees shook. I spun in the wind of His presence, my heart spilling like water from a cup long held back. I felt the pulse in my chest, the fire in my spirit, the whispers of angels trailing behind my every step. The music of heaven did not need drums it needed my surrender. The melody was in my breath, my heartbeat, my trembling joy. And I danced not for the crowd, not for the praise, not for the eyes of men. I danced because He is faithful. I danced because His love cannot wait. I danced because even in my waiting, even in my longing, His river flows, carrying every dream, every tear, every vow straight to my heart. I am dancing still, and the song continues, a river without end, a grace without measure, a life being written by the hand that made me. ©️ Dibang Mary
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Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 9:21 PM UTC
Mary danced like David
I waited for the drummers and singers, then I decided to dance without them. The heavenly beats poured down rhythmic, spiritual, singing holy, holy. A reminder that He will continue to make my river flow with the promises written over my life. So I lifted my hands, even though my knees shook. I spun in the wind of His presence, my heart spilling like water from a cup long held back. I felt the pulse in my chest, the fire in my spirit, the whispers of angels trailing behind my every step. The music of heaven did not need drums it needed my surrender. The melody was in my breath, my heartbeat, my trembling joy. And I danced not for the crowd, not for the praise, not for the eyes of men. I danced because He is faithful. I danced because His love cannot wait. I danced because even in my waiting, even in my longing, His river flows, carrying every dream, every tear, every vow straight to my heart. I am dancing still, and the song continues, a river without end, a grace without measure, a life being written by the hand that made me. ©️ Dibang Mary
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BareBramble
Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 9:21 PM UTC
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