The world is out of control,
Spinning
Twirling
Shush shush
Noise incessant
Then He is on the dance floor,
And nothing else matters.
He moves, and I move.
He stands, and I stand.
I turn, but He is constant.
I fall, and He catches me,
And nothing else matters.
If it’s the last dance
Ending in a death spiral
Then at least He is there.
He is with me,
And nothing else matters.
Copyright 2014 Andrea Lundgren
