Skips and laughter
Such light and airy steps
Though the music prolongs
Weariness is not found in the revelers
But joy and rejoicing
An ache of things forgotten
A thankfulness for things had
And a longing for what will be
Dizzying spirals
Ever to the beat
Not delirious
Nor manic
Are these dancers
not arrayed in false colours
Or deceptive menagerie
But simple white gowns
Of humble appearance
But the music
Oh that is most lavish
Such pure and beautiful melodies
Of holy and sacred sound
That brings these dancers to their feet
That brings tears deep and sweet as honey
That brings their eyes to the throne
Where they look to the Chief Musician
And as little children plead
"Come dance with us!"
"Guide our steps!"
And who in shock and awe
Watch as He comes down
Takes their hands and
With greatest laugh of joy
Leads them in the dance
To the call of His music
