May I Dance

My life is not my own, to live..

It belongs to God and to Him, I give...

The very breath I breathe, each day..

Without permission, it will not stay.


Every thing, about my life..

Must honour God, for I am His wife.

My body is His temple, fine..

And at His table, I sit and dine.


I live to drink, from waters pure..

For when I am bitter, it is my cure.

New I am, when He fills me..

And I am grateful, He set me free.


Just a taste, of Him divine..

Makes me soar, on eagle's kine.

I pray today, as angels sing..

That I may dance, before my King.


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