Apr 2014
I want the joy that would let me dance in the street,
The heart that would let me do so with no care,
The innocence that allows me undignified naivete,
The soul for worship without a second thought.
I long for the dance,
The beauty of worship before our Creator.
The heart that would let me do so with no care,
The innocence that allows me undignified naivete,
The soul for worship without a second thought.
I long for the dance,
The beauty of worship before our Creator.
Because not all my stuff is morbid. This is how I feel. I want to worship with all my heart.
