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I Am A Dancer!

Written after meeting and getting to know M.

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Our loving God, How is it, Lord, what’s called ‘myself’ You made,

​And like no other, on earth or heaven, this being I am, and see,

What am I urged to be, to do, Your Power in me inlaid –

            Make something new, ability, yearning joy impelling me?

Can I say it, Creator Mine, as You, My Father, would?

            With affirming light, convicting sound, some’ like the heavens’ thunder –

Shouting, ‘Let me proclaim it!’ For it’s me and truth that know I should,

            Say, thanking my making, in the mirror, there, reflected wonder –

                        I am a Dancer . . .

                        I am a Dancer!

                        That is the answer.

 

When I move, alone, or others around, when I bend, turn in honor Yours,

            First do I attest to the wondrous grace, You did place, in human form;

So oft maligned, but beautiful, much more enhanced, when immerse,

            In worshipping motion, showing how, extending – extending far ‘yond norm,

Into a bow, a posture humble, display what came, out Your hand of,

            But yet to reach, far out, then farther, what You created might do –

What am I saying?  No words, my arms, my feet, in shift, below, above,

            What thought, what else, save Thanks, great, great Thanks, giving You,

                        For You, Lord, for You,

                        This is the answer.

                        By You, then for You,

                        I am a Dancer . . .

                        I am a Dancer!

 

Where does this come from, where? where? My fervor, my fever to dance –

            A longing to stand, step with all thus who do, by nothing higher so pleàse,

This seeking, this dreaming, of moves, of wanting, wanting, there to grasp every chance,

            For expressing, of expressing, all of them, all these so many ideas –

And yet just one – just one – wrapped full, in You, Who ‘way take all my fear,

            That I can do, and know I can; more still, that this I am, and thus I soar –

That when, to love us all, with all, You left heaven, came down here,

            More so You did, ‘long with Saving, help me be what I’m formed for –

                           This my own word,

                       From heaven heard,

                       This, this am I –

                       This, this am I! 

                       This be Your answer –

                       I am a Dancer! 

                       I am a Dancer! 

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