shrieks echo off little apple tree
as Twirly Girl takes the stage
tasting the wind and feeling
salt mane whip across summer shoulders
With her toes she digs in deep
grass-stained and light as air
skimming tops of dewey blades
she's dancing with God-ordained steps
Some twirl to escape
others twirl from innocence.
But you, Twirly Girl-- may you dance
for the one who formed those twirly feet.
Let them praise His name with dancing
and make music to Him with tambourine and harp.
Make a joyful shout to the Lord, all you lands!
Serve the Lord with gladness;
Come before His presence with singing.
Know that the Lord, He is God;
It is He who made us, and not we ourselves;
We are His people and the sheep of HIs pasture.
Enter into His gates with Thanksgiving,
And into HIs courts with praise.
Be thankful to Him, and bless His name.
For the Lord is good;
His mercy is everlasting,
And His truth endures to all generations.
Joining Emily today from Imperfect Prose...I really loved her post.