I dance in my soul,
a place you’ll never cut in;
where strong legs carry me
across a rose petal floor,
steps sure footed as the doe
that skip up and down
a golden scale,
the transparent bars
exhaling notes
of a thousand strings,
lay taut against my heart;
I dance in my soul,
a place you’ll never cut in;
where Jesus sweeps me
off my feet,
gently leads me
through His book,
over bright crimson words
and precious promises
beginning to end
A place Parkinson’s
impossible for you to cut in!
A contest entry
- In The Soul by whatever666.
600 points, ended April 15, 2008, 35 entries
Gold trophy winner
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I was a bit confused by the juxtaposition of a religious personality (the Jesus person) and a sad disease. Or maybe it was Cecil Parkinson, a politician I have never liked too much.
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Wow.
you have a way with words. i love this. and i'm glad that you're doing well. -
A beautiful write reminding us all that no matter what our afliction, if we are in the arms of Jesus they will have no power over us.
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This is very touching
The poem is lovely, as your witt to cut him out...mac
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keep your soul dancing
its so true, every word. this is exactly what i was hoping for here. thank you
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