Cheek to cheek, an outside ballroom
I am free
captivity ropes fresh fallen at feet
heart-soar with a song of found freedom
a humbled heart is light
The wind feels it, too,
and so sails along as music to ears
like prison gates swung wide and chains, heaped
And this spot, beneath the hemlock
Spot of sacred whisperings
Remain a stamp to my soul
For when I answered His nudge
with heavy feet
He took those feet and made them dance
I'm thanking Him today
for His relentless calling
to spread the grace that is He.
4 comments:
whirling, spreading grace...
those are very lovely and I enjoy your creativity.
oh girl, this is exquisite. i found myself breathless. thank you so much for linking. xo
Eloquent words, very creative.
Joanny
from Emilys
"For when I answered His nudge
with heavy feet
He took those feet and made them dance"
These words found answer in my heart, today. Thank you for sharing them with us.
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