Dance of Life

I bent low to the Lord
When I was but a child
I knew He was near
And I believed

Oh how I loved Jesus
I loved his handiwork as well
The flowers, trees, and me

Our relationship was put aside
As young adulthood ushered in
Many duties and responsibilities
Oh yes, I still prayed occasionally
Read the Word once in a while

This I left my Jesus’ side
To dance with the things of life
I felt empty and despaired
I had left my partner Jesus behind

Where was my Jesus
I searched and there he was
Standing with folded arms
Looking at me
Without taking his gaze away

Lord, I have missed you, I whispered
My child, he said, are you now ready to dance with me
Lord, I don’t know how, I said

Stand on my feet, and I’ll teach you
The Dance of Life
Step by step
For I love you my child.

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About rko777

I am a novice writer and painter who loves to be creative. I love singing but can't sing without a hymnal, except for children's songs. I love to make up my own songs and love the old hymns. I love to garden and got that love from my Mom and Dad who taught be everything I know from planting to harvesting to canning. I'm happy gardening, walking with my pug, JD Sir Winston Churchill, painting, and crafting. I love to spend Saturday's sitting in my rocker going through a bible study. I love working with elementary school aged children and seeing them use their creative gifts. I have taught Sunday school for a number of years and taught in the public schools for 18 years. I might say I'm retired but I spend most of my time subbing and enjoy it immensely. The kids spark my own creativeness.

5 thoughts on “Dance of Life

  1. Rena, this makes me think of a song I wrote in 1991 “Jesus is Waiting There.”

    “There are so many that have crossed the road
    They’ve crossed the road to their wealth, or so they say;
    But they have missed the path
    The path the Savior walked to endure, to endure to the last.

    O, I hear the cry of the Savior say
    Come back, come back to me, my wandering child,
    O hear My voice that pleads to your soul of woe
    O, lay aside those weights and come home to me.

    For the Master waits for your hand to raise
    And join the hand of Your Hope;
    For it’s His Hand that will cross the foes
    Of all your dark, of all your dark and gloomy days.

    So hear Your Master say, My light never dims.
    My peace within will be a stronghold for Your soul.
    O, let me in, O let me in, I cry today.
    For you will find Me there, you’ll find Me waiting here.

    I’m waiting there at the door of your soul
    To release the chains of your pain.
    So hear Me when I say Come back to Me, my child,
    Come back to me, the place of My rest.

    Look up, Look up past the days of gloom,
    And let My Mourning Dove arise in your heart.
    You’ll find I’m there and waiting for your call
    Saying, O, Jesus, saying O Jesus, saying O Jesus, I want to come home.

  2. Oh what a beautiful song. I hope many who don’t know Jesus will turn and come back home to Him. Surely the deep longing and loneliness of their heart will be filled with joy on that day as they cast all their cares on Him. I remember many years ago seeing in my mind’s eye a picture. As I was looking straight forward God stood several feet forward of where Jesus was sitting. God had his arms out wanting all to come. Jesus was sitting in deep prayer praying that we might all come. Perhaps God is singing your song with hands outstretched. Who will come? Will you the reader come, your next door neighbor, friend, etc.

  3. Sara’s beautiful song brings to mind a song that I wrote in a similar vein….
    THE WAY HOME.
    If you believe in Me, as I believe in you
    If you will trust in Me and My Father, too
    If you’ll come out of the dark to a life that’s new
    There is a way home for you

    You’re like a little lamb who has gone astray
    It’s getting darker now and you have lost your way
    If you will hear My voice you’ll hear Me say
    There is a way home for you….and it is My way.

    I reach out to you from a bloody cross
    To you who cry, to you the lost
    My life for yours what was it cost
    To make a way home for you

    Now Love has risen from the dead
    To give you life as I have said
    It was My Father’s precious blood I shed
    To make a way home for you.
    He made a way home for you
    We made a way home for you
    And it is MY WAY!

    To all those who are searching and crying out and hoping…. there is “THE WAY HOME” for you and “JESUS IS WAITING THERE!!”

  4. The poem of Rena’s and the songs above speak so clearly of the patient love of a Savior who looks and waits for us to respond to His invitation to come to Him. “Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and dine with him and he with Me.” Rev 3:20 He has food that will satisfy the emptiness that we can feel when, having sampled the buffet that life spreads before us, we are still hungry.

  5. Rena, What an awesome poem. Knowing that Jesus is there waiting for us when we are “too busy” for him. Jesus is there, patiently waiting for us. Waiting for a little of our time out of our busy lives. Jesus is waiting. Thank You for waiting Jesus. Thank you for waiting for me. Lord forgive me for keeping you waiting. Forgive me, Jesus!!!

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