Author: Edima Sunny
She dances,
A waltz with the king,
Unsure of her steps,
She starts stumbling.
“Place your feet on mine,” he says with a smile.
“I can manage,” she replies, all the while.
“The ground feels firm beneath me, stable and sure,
But on your feet, my balance is obscure.”
To master the dance, she must stand on His feet,
For he has danced with many, and none could compete.
Hands in his, feet on his, she chooses to trust,
Eyes locked on Jesus, she surrenders, as she must.
Gradually, she yields, and learns to advance,
Not only the dance, but the steps of the King’s elegance.
Intimacy grows, the king’s goal in sight,
As she twirls in his arms, deep into the night.
Sizzling Sunday: 20th October 2024
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